<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281</id><updated>2011-12-18T14:56:38.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Journey to Linda</title><subtitle type='html'>Bill &amp; Melissa's road to adoption.  A journal that follow's our steps through the adoption process, and our life after our child is home.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-349933780841642274</id><published>2011-12-03T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:25:00.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very sad to blog this but I know we have friends that new Amber very well.  Today we had to put Amber to sleep.  Since April she has gone blind, lost her sense of smell and starting to loose her hearing.  She was often confused about where she was and how to get to places.  But even through that she would still wag her tail when we pet her and would eat like a pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amber was a great dog.  She loved to go to Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Havasu&lt;/span&gt; and chase bunnies.  She caught a bird once.  That was not pretty.  Bill lost a toe nail over that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill took her this morning.  When he came home he told Linda and I that she was at peace.  He could tell that Amber knew what was going on and was very relaxed in his arms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss her so much already.  But I know she is in a good place with her dog friends, Princess and Annie and she is looking over us and still barking at strangers from up above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless Amber!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSZOmOa64Eo/Ttq148IlYII/AAAAAAAAAKI/gIkuZjTomj0/s1600/Home_Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682053869700735106" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSZOmOa64Eo/Ttq148IlYII/AAAAAAAAAKI/gIkuZjTomj0/s320/Home_Dog.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 154px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZCOOpGXcE4/Ttq0gL4y2eI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nDQmtiKoU5M/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682052344921119202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZCOOpGXcE4/Ttq0gL4y2eI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nDQmtiKoU5M/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-349933780841642274?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/349933780841642274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=349933780841642274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/349933780841642274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/349933780841642274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2011/12/rip-amber.html' title='RIP Amber'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSZOmOa64Eo/Ttq148IlYII/AAAAAAAAAKI/gIkuZjTomj0/s72-c/Home_Dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-7918808268615519358</id><published>2011-09-18T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:48:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years!</title><content type='html'>Five years ago today we had a wonderful addition to our family.&amp;nbsp; It is still emotional to think about it, and I am not one for emotions.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&amp;nbsp; How time flies.&amp;nbsp; How fast our little ones grow up.&amp;nbsp; Five years!&amp;nbsp; Let's compare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nv-PLRfXoI/TnYsEqISMbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hzHDQgbdLkE/s1600/IMAG0471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nv-PLRfXoI/TnYsEqISMbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hzHDQgbdLkE/s320/IMAG0471.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken yesterday, 9/17/11 at baseball game&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYR1lOZl8oE/Rb1HKIPsW8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8-oaFQfvWcA/s1600/Linda_Mel_Petco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYR1lOZl8oE/Rb1HKIPsW8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8-oaFQfvWcA/s320/Linda_Mel_Petco.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Padre Family Day, 2007&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Linda so much.&amp;nbsp; She is fun, intelligent, and very sweet.&amp;nbsp; She started Kindergarten this fall.&amp;nbsp; She loves school.&amp;nbsp; And, she loves to swim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ek9kuxawK1c/TmUmBHLL60I/AAAAAAAAAlw/zccjZeYXI-0/s1600/11+-+1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ek9kuxawK1c/TmUmBHLL60I/AAAAAAAAAlw/zccjZeYXI-0/s320/11+-+1" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And now to have more fun with my little one!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-7918808268615519358?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7918808268615519358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=7918808268615519358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7918808268615519358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7918808268615519358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-years.html' title='5 Years!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nv-PLRfXoI/TnYsEqISMbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hzHDQgbdLkE/s72-c/IMAG0471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-3708619584436089824</id><published>2011-05-02T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:05:34.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy Zadie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we were up in L.A. celebrating Zadie's birthday. It was a very nice weekend. Bubbe hung out with Linda Saturday night while Bill and I went to see Source Code at Century City. Do you know that you can actually reserve a seat now when you purchase your movie tickets? Then we had a nice Italian dinner at Tuscana in Century City. It was very nice. Linda had a great time with her Bubbe and she went to sleep pretty quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was Zadie's birthday brunch. It was a beautiful day so we ate outside. Zadie made some great lox.. ah heck he made a great meal with it too. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85LVmFz5lE4/Tb9Dy4iezaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bgl1lykTlUA/s1600/dad%2Band%2BLinda%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602271002921717154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85LVmFz5lE4/Tb9Dy4iezaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bgl1lykTlUA/s320/dad%2Band%2BLinda%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom bought a wonderful cake. The "note" part of it was made with marzipan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxrenjUrKOk/Tb9EG9f9MHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yNaSA8BBsrM/s1600/Birthday%2BCake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602271347850686578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MxrenjUrKOk/Tb9EG9f9MHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yNaSA8BBsrM/s320/Birthday%2BCake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill and Linda decided to take a little walk around the neighborhood and Linda took some great pictures. Check them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcaL59QpWE8/Tb9EaWz-ekI/AAAAAAAAAGs/faeLScu4ScQ/s1600/Linda%2BPicture%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602271681063057986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcaL59QpWE8/Tb9EaWz-ekI/AAAAAAAAAGs/faeLScu4ScQ/s320/Linda%2BPicture%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDeH9VTzHw4/Tb9E8sMESnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TME3zEpZ8d0/s1600/Linda%2BSelf%2BPicture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602272270916799090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDeH9VTzHw4/Tb9E8sMESnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TME3zEpZ8d0/s320/Linda%2BSelf%2BPicture.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2i3EaHOm64/Tb9FjDttkeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G9EXZH0W1HM/s1600/Linda%2Bpicture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602272930066960866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2i3EaHOm64/Tb9FjDttkeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/G9EXZH0W1HM/s320/Linda%2Bpicture.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to come back to warm weather. We can now eat dinner outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-3708619584436089824?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3708619584436089824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=3708619584436089824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3708619584436089824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3708619584436089824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-boy-zadie.html' title='Birthday Boy Zadie'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-85LVmFz5lE4/Tb9Dy4iezaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bgl1lykTlUA/s72-c/dad%2Band%2BLinda%2B%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-414479134241629728</id><published>2011-04-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:00:08.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great weekend. Saturday we were at Legoland with our friends the Clancys. Caitlin and Linda had a great time. We even went through the aquarium. They have updated it since we were last there and it was fun to see the sharks and the octopus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cN2CgK-IWk/TbZOFPLFVJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/beQUfB7yww8/s1600/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599749038561121426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cN2CgK-IWk/TbZOFPLFVJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/beQUfB7yww8/s320/DSC00238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legoland also has a new Star Wars exhibit. I really enjoyed it but I thought they would have more from the older movies than the newer ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sAcgr6dcpys/TbZQHSyYKoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/24tPc1LM5-c/s1600/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599751272914233986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sAcgr6dcpys/TbZQHSyYKoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/24tPc1LM5-c/s320/DSC00268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was the Padres vs. Phillies game. As soon as I heard the starting line-up and that Holaday was pitching for the Phillies I knew it was going to be a bad day for the Pads. I was right. Although the pitcher for the Pads did pretty well until about the six inning. It was a pitchers duel for awhile and the first six innings were done in about an hour... not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aP6v-1BNFG8/TbZOx3FWADI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aknJKgagb34/s1600/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599749805188710450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aP6v-1BNFG8/TbZOx3FWADI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aknJKgagb34/s320/DSC00276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to some more games in our future this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-414479134241629728?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/414479134241629728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=414479134241629728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/414479134241629728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/414479134241629728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2011/04/great-busy-weekend.html' title='A Great Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cN2CgK-IWk/TbZOFPLFVJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/beQUfB7yww8/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-2191158092370607257</id><published>2011-04-21T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:00.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Out There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know it's been waaaaaaaaaaaay too long since we posted. Time goes by and the blog has been the last thing on our minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's still fun to read other people's blogs, we just haven't made an effort to update ours. So here I am to update y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLb5Z6_SalA/TbDcf3a1TwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1xcHbK_0a7Q/s1600/Iphone%2BPictures%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598216776832077570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLb5Z6_SalA/TbDcf3a1TwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1xcHbK_0a7Q/s320/Iphone%2BPictures%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda is now 5-years old. She is starting kindergarten in the Fall. I can't believe the time is almost here. She is definitely ready for it. I'm not sure I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linda's favorite extra-curricular activity is swimming. She's pretty good at it t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sorNQiza0VE/TbDcs6shU-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/lnNESrw4oQk/s1600/Iphone%2BPictures%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598217001049871330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sorNQiza0VE/TbDcs6shU-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/lnNESrw4oQk/s320/Iphone%2BPictures%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oo. Let's see if it sticks and she joins a swim team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are pretty much still the same for Bill and myself. Bill is still working hard and I'm in my third year of being President of Families with Children from China - San Diego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dog Amber is now 13-years old and blind. She's learning to adjust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that we have our annual trip to spring training in Phoenix, visits to grandparents in Lake Havasu City and Los Angeles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please enjoy these pictures and we will try to post more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q1LSmtzln8/TbDemTtTYqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7r_3RYxelj4/s1600/reunion%2B2010%2B0%2B00%2B52-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q1LSmtzln8/TbDemTtTYqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7r_3RYxelj4/s1600/reunion%2B2010%2B0%2B00%2B52-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598219086528209570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q1LSmtzln8/TbDemTtTYqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7r_3RYxelj4/s320/reunion%2B2010%2B0%2B00%2B52-05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfTkgf0ChSw/TbDgbSQSR-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/r5LwNPP-LUU/s1600/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598221096182761442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfTkgf0ChSw/TbDgbSQSR-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/r5LwNPP-LUU/s320/DSC00081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q1LSmtzln8/TbDemTtTYqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7r_3RYxelj4/s1600/reunion%2B2010%2B0%2B00%2B52-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q1LSmtzln8/TbDemTtTYqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7r_3RYxelj4/s1600/reunion%2B2010%2B0%2B00%2B52-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q1LSmtzln8/TbDemTtTYqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7r_3RYxelj4/s1600/reunion%2B2010%2B0%2B00%2B52-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-2191158092370607257?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2191158092370607257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=2191158092370607257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2191158092370607257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2191158092370607257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-out-there.html' title='Hello Out There!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLb5Z6_SalA/TbDcf3a1TwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1xcHbK_0a7Q/s72-c/Iphone%2BPictures%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-7187162518794814624</id><published>2010-06-24T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:45:48.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/TCOGalBLs_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/4c6Si_2tMn4/s400/IMG00006-20100622-1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/TCOGalBLs_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/4c6Si_2tMn4/s400/IMG00006-20100622-1137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one place you will see Swifty the Swimming Pig!  Yessiree, we went to the Fair on Tuesday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/TCOG4gnx-ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aNBrgy7-O3M/s400/IMG00004-20100622-1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/TCOG4gnx-ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aNBrgy7-O3M/s400/IMG00004-20100622-1128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda and Mel taking a break not more than  1/2 hour into the Fair.  Why?  It took that long just to get in!  We arrived at opening and sure enough 1/4 of San Diego showed, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time.  We watched a couple of horsed do their thing during a horse jumping event.  We saw the goats and cows.  We walked the main drag and saw everything fried on a stick.  We wandered the wares warehouses.  Linda got a new toy and Mel a new duster.  We all will benefit form the food screen when we do our backyard BBQs.  Funnel cake and hot dogs.  We did good.  Then we ran out of time and energy, so we split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy summer!  (When will it warm up?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-7187162518794814624?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7187162518794814624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=7187162518794814624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7187162518794814624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7187162518794814624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2010/06/fair-day.html' title='Fair Day'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/TCOGalBLs_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/4c6Si_2tMn4/s72-c/IMG00006-20100622-1137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8995514641100325346</id><published>2010-05-16T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:14:13.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holt Family Picnic</title><content type='html'>We had a real fun Saturday.  First was Linda's second swim lesson in the morning and then in the car to Irvine for the Holt Family picnic!  Linda loves the swim class and was up and ready to go.  She was all ready for the change and drive to Irvine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at the picnic meeting up with friends and acquaintances who used Holt as their adoption agency.  Jinji was so excited to see Linda.  She dumped all the contents out of her little backpack to show Linda.  So cute!  It was great to see Molly and Haley again.  They were awesome sitting with Jinji and Linda while us adults finished up our lunch.  After lunch began the fun.  To the playground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were having such a good time, and Daddy being Daddy, decided to stir it up a bit more.  I began to catch and release the little ones.  They were running all over the place.  While we were having a ball a couple of other kids showed interest, as so we met Joy and Priscilla.  They are sisters and had a great time, too.  It is fun to make new friends and have such a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day we were all tired.  From reports all the children fell asleep on the way home.  We hope to hear from our new friends, and we can't wait to meet up with everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the pictures?  I was too busy playing with the children that I did not take any!  I hope someone took pictures because we were having so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8995514641100325346?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8995514641100325346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8995514641100325346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8995514641100325346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8995514641100325346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2010/05/holt-family-picnic.html' title='Holt Family Picnic'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-5383293457060008382</id><published>2010-05-09T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:35:43.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda Takes Swimming Lessons</title><content type='html'>It is official.  Linda had her first swimming lesson yesterday.  She had a blast.  It is a small class and they spend a little bit of time with the instructor.  What made it more fun is Linda is in the class with one of her school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S-bEqHsRSEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/X-Q6XTbwbKU/s800/LindaSwims.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S-bEqHsRSEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/X-Q6XTbwbKU/s800/LindaSwims.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linda kickin' it up!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(click on the photo for the big picture)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S-bFhk17u_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/KL2c2bh6CoM/s800/LindaSwim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S-bFhk17u_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/KL2c2bh6CoM/s800/LindaSwim2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linda "jumps" in.  Actually, she slid in.  &lt;/span&gt;(click on photo for big picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually had a good time watching, too.  Go Linda, Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-5383293457060008382?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5383293457060008382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=5383293457060008382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/5383293457060008382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/5383293457060008382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2010/05/linda-takes-swimming-lessons.html' title='Linda Takes Swimming Lessons'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S-bEqHsRSEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/X-Q6XTbwbKU/s72-c/LindaSwims.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-4539095764924660994</id><published>2010-03-29T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:15:47.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Apple Cup</title><content type='html'>Okay a quick post while I still have tears in my eyes from laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to figure out if we were going to the Cracker Barrel for lunch or not.  Well on my diet I can really only have one meal outside of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Medifast&lt;/span&gt; meals and we have a lot of stuff in our fridge that I thought I was going to eat since tonight is a night game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we made our decision to eat in and I say to Linda, "Do you want your spaghetti for lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nods her head no and says, "Remember the warm apple cups?".  Obviously she remembers the Cracker Barrel very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in tears.  I think we are going to the Cracker Barrel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-4539095764924660994?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4539095764924660994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=4539095764924660994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4539095764924660994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4539095764924660994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2010/03/warm-apple-cup.html' title='Warm Apple Cup'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-1022299716093925554</id><published>2010-03-28T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:36:15.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Training 2010: Part II</title><content type='html'>We had a great day today, but before we get to that, I've added a picture from yesterday that Mel took.  As mentioned we enjoyed a game and dinner with Mai and Mark.  Becky, unfortunately, could not join us.  Here is a picture of the gang.  Linda and Mai had such a great time.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S7A3Ba708XI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MnWBF2smYbI/s400/LindaandMai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S7A3Ba708XI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MnWBF2smYbI/s400/LindaandMai.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Goodyear Ballpark in Goodyear, AZ.  The Dodgers v. the Reds.  What a game.  Linda was shoot pictures all over.  Check this one out of the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S7A3A2dkE7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/MJWt3Wzb1EY/s400/Goodyear-by-Linda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S7A3A2dkE7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/MJWt3Wzb1EY/s400/Goodyear-by-Linda.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a shot by me using Linda's camera.  She must really like the game as we had to return to our seats after a brief walk.  "Daddy, I want to go back to the seats.  I miss them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S7A3Boew2tI/AAAAAAAAAbk/j4pc-Tz0HfA/s400/LindaatGoodyear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S7A3Boew2tI/AAAAAAAAAbk/j4pc-Tz0HfA/s400/LindaatGoodyear.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we watched the game, Linda was shooting pictures everywhere.  I even watched as she attempted a number of self portraits.  This one came out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S7A3BLfu8ZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/b_GwljhZQH8/s400/Linda_selfportrait.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S7A3BLfu8ZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/b_GwljhZQH8/s400/Linda_selfportrait.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day with some swimming.  It was tough to get Linda out of the water to get ready for the game.  A car nap and she was having fun at the stadium.  Afterward, another car nap, a trip to the grocery store, and more swimming.  We grilled with some friends and had a great time.  Oh, and the Dodgers did win, 2-1.  A great game for a Spring Training game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow brings a day of swimming and a night game.  Padres v. Diamondbacks in Peoria.  Yes, that will be 3 days, 3 different stadiums.  If Tuesday works out it will be 4 days and 4 different stadiums, but we are not sure what game we will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Linda does miss home.  She told me this evening.  Yet, she says she is having a lot of fun here.  Overall we are seeing all the "right" emotions from our little angel.  Good night!  Sleep well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-1022299716093925554?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1022299716093925554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=1022299716093925554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1022299716093925554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1022299716093925554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-training-2010-part-ii.html' title='Spring Training 2010: Part II'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S7A3Ba708XI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MnWBF2smYbI/s72-c/LindaandMai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8687114665464456631</id><published>2010-03-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:01:56.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Training 2010 Part I</title><content type='html'>Today was our first full day on our Spring Training Trip and did we have some fun!  We arrived yesterday afternoon and settled down.  Today we hit our first ball game at Surprise Stadium in Surprise, AZ.  This is the home of the Texas Rangers and Kansas City Royals.  Our fun began before we got to the stadium.  We were about a mile or so, sitting in traffic, from the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "We are so close I can taste it."&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  "We are so close I can smell my hot dog!" &lt;br /&gt;We all busted down laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Linda did end up eating 2 hot dogs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's game was the Royals v. the Oakland A's.  26 runs on 29 hits, the Royals pulled it off with a 14-12 win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S66-ssmKBnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/eyl_YSIb8BY/s400/IMG00221-20100327-1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S66-ssmKBnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/eyl_YSIb8BY/s400/IMG00221-20100327-1333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mel and Linda enjoying the game.  (remember to click on the picture for the whole view).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S66_CNBgnHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/a0JJPhktlXs/s400/IMG00219-20100327-1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S66_CNBgnHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/a0JJPhktlXs/s400/IMG00219-20100327-1331.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from our seats.  Surprise stadium is a very nice facility.  It's one of our favorites. &lt;br /&gt;We met our friends Mark and Mai who are part of our travel group when we picked up our daughters.  Linda and Mai played and had a great time. The ate everything: hot dogs, popcorn, dried cranberries, peanuts.... After the game we went to dinner together.  Parting was a bit sad, but hopefully we will see them again before we leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight our friends Mark, Laurie, Chloe, and Will should be arriving.  We head out to see the Dodgers and Reds tomorrow.  They play in Goodyear, AZ, a new stadium which we visited last year.  Nice facility, too.  We'll see if it makes our list of the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8687114665464456631?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8687114665464456631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8687114665464456631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8687114665464456631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8687114665464456631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-training-2010-part-i.html' title='Spring Training 2010 Part I'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S66-ssmKBnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/eyl_YSIb8BY/s72-c/IMG00221-20100327-1333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-3730694700366412169</id><published>2010-03-17T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:33:49.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Various Linda Photos w/ Sophia, Too!</title><content type='html'>Click on the photos to see the whole picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6D0SaxpAiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Co-lCb0R2UE/s400/IMG00123-20091024-1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6D0SaxpAiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Co-lCb0R2UE/s400/IMG00123-20091024-1530.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6D0dhB3W2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/8xr8pRbdqE8/s400/IMG00062-20091231-1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6D0dhB3W2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/8xr8pRbdqE8/s400/IMG00062-20091231-1501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6D0eqPUuXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FpmUpHl9zII/s400/IMG00118-20100130-1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6D0eqPUuXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FpmUpHl9zII/s400/IMG00118-20100130-1447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6D0fAdA9-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/9b4RiC34984/s400/IMG00119-20100130-1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6D0fAdA9-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/9b4RiC34984/s400/IMG00119-20100130-1448.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-3730694700366412169?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3730694700366412169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=3730694700366412169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3730694700366412169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3730694700366412169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2010/03/various-linda-photos-w-sophia-too.html' title='Various Linda Photos w/ Sophia, Too!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6D0SaxpAiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Co-lCb0R2UE/s72-c/IMG00123-20091024-1530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-2491258203440190056</id><published>2010-03-17T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:34:29.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back a While: Wild Animal Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6DwJCO77QI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2d-IwPa8vpM/s800/IMGP1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6DwJCO77QI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2d-IwPa8vpM/s800/IMGP1248.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey look!  What the ....?  (click on photo to view whole picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6DwHVePhHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/YPrsKycm7rs/s800/IMGP1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6DwHVePhHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/YPrsKycm7rs/s800/IMGP1241.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda, Sophia, and Bird.  Oh, don't forget the belly button!  (click to view whole picture)&lt;br /&gt;Cory, stop flippin' the bird!!!  There are kids around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-2491258203440190056?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2491258203440190056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=2491258203440190056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2491258203440190056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2491258203440190056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-while-wild-animal-park.html' title='Back a While: Wild Animal Park'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6DwJCO77QI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2d-IwPa8vpM/s72-c/IMGP1248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-4295433212583312719</id><published>2010-03-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:16:52.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So Long.......</title><content type='html'>So, what does Linda look like today.  Gosh, when was the last time a picture was posted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this one, it is an awesome shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6Dww_sa9GI/AAAAAAAAAY8/37N1Wikx5_U/s400/Linda_CNY_Party1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6Dww_sa9GI/AAAAAAAAAY8/37N1Wikx5_U/s400/Linda_CNY_Party1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-4295433212583312719?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4295433212583312719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=4295433212583312719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4295433212583312719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4295433212583312719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-so-long.html' title='Oh So Long.......'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/S6Dww_sa9GI/AAAAAAAAAY8/37N1Wikx5_U/s72-c/Linda_CNY_Party1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-4886715651423894384</id><published>2009-12-22T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:14:13.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Who?</title><content type='html'>I was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner.  I see the dog standing there with the inquisitive look. &lt;br /&gt;I said, "Linda, what are you doing there?"&lt;br /&gt;Linda replies, "That's not me, daddy!  That's Amber!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Oh, I was wondering when you got so much hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must love these little moments in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-4886715651423894384?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4886715651423894384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=4886715651423894384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4886715651423894384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4886715651423894384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/12/whose-who.html' title='Whose Who?'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8791305830459909440</id><published>2009-11-29T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:14:22.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We all have something to be thankful for, and many of us are thankful for our little ones.  We are so thankful to have Linda with us.  We just visited Lake Havasu and Grandpa and Grandma Ellen.  We had a great time hanging out and playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving and we look forward to a safe and wonderful holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8791305830459909440?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8791305830459909440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8791305830459909440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8791305830459909440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8791305830459909440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8959936641203217642</id><published>2009-11-01T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:46:19.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a great Halloween.  We had a good time.  Even Linda enjoyed it more this year.  Even though the picture doesn't look like she was having fun, she did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Su28XNVrE2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/vp6lLB6boNQ/s400/IMG00142-20091031-1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Su28XNVrE2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/vp6lLB6boNQ/s400/IMG00142-20091031-1557.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda was our little Tinker Bell!  We went up to Grossmont Center where they had their annual trick or treat event.  Then we walked our street.  One house had Linda spooked, but overall she had more fun this year than last.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8959936641203217642?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8959936641203217642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8959936641203217642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8959936641203217642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8959936641203217642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Su28XNVrE2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/vp6lLB6boNQ/s72-c/IMG00142-20091031-1557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-9076403936647722442</id><published>2009-10-13T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:48:36.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiangxi Travel Group Reunion</title><content type='html'>We had a great time this past weekend visiting with the families from our travel group.  It's been 3 years since we've all been home with our little ones!  Well, they are growing, so little is not quite the right word.  We had so much fun in Phoenix. Thanks Becky and Mark for hosting this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming is always a hit with children and I sure did enjoy being the "steam engine" for a bunch of them in the pool.  We loved the Train Park.  Linda and I spent a little time looking at the model trains on display as there was a model train festival going on while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you guys already and cannot wait to see you all again soon.  Now a picture or two. More coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/StCczXRR-II/AAAAAAAAAVc/yq4SDtE3lcA/s400/IMG00062-20091010-0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/StCczXRR-II/AAAAAAAAAVc/yq4SDtE3lcA/s400/IMG00062-20091010-0740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda having breakfast.  MMMMMM, waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/StS7AMGtAxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3NaFUjBuUFY/s400/IMG00084-20091010-1849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/StS7AMGtAxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3NaFUjBuUFY/s400/IMG00084-20091010-1849.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/StS7lqZvriI/AAAAAAAAAWE/L1IWFLTliNY/s400/IMG00071-20091010-1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/StS7lqZvriI/AAAAAAAAAWE/L1IWFLTliNY/s400/IMG00071-20091010-1021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can never get them to pose for a picture.  They sure are cute, though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-9076403936647722442?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/9076403936647722442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=9076403936647722442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/9076403936647722442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/9076403936647722442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/10/jiangxi-travel-group-reunion.html' title='Jiangxi Travel Group Reunion'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/StCczXRR-II/AAAAAAAAAVc/yq4SDtE3lcA/s72-c/IMG00062-20091010-0740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-2006062525121243419</id><published>2009-09-05T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:41:37.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Day with Friends</title><content type='html'>We traveled to San Clemente to visit the Davee's today. Linda is always so excited to visit Jinji. Linda loves all her friends even if she doesn't get to see them too often. We had a great time. You cannot always get good action shots with a cell phone camera, but this one was a winner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SqMY6-z5jzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/a-eQKmnyPwc/s400/lindaFun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SqMY6-z5jzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/a-eQKmnyPwc/s400/lindaFun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids and water always works! On the other hand, what shot did I get of Jinji?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SqMYqF9_cZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/S_c2-JkcX2I/s400/IMG00133-20090905-1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SqMYqF9_cZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/S_c2-JkcX2I/s400/IMG00133-20090905-1328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like Jinji got the best of Gator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the fun, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-2006062525121243419?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2006062525121243419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=2006062525121243419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2006062525121243419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2006062525121243419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-day-width-friends.html' title='A Fun Day with Friends'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SqMY6-z5jzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/a-eQKmnyPwc/s72-c/lindaFun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-3368589861645446270</id><published>2009-08-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:24:05.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She likes spaghetti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As if what she had for dinner wasn't enough.  I caught her with my phone "finishing" up the left over spaghetti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SoRJCUIbVcI/AAAAAAAAATk/qpvj_tYyru4/s400/IMG00098-20090811-1830.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-3368589861645446270?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3368589861645446270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=3368589861645446270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3368589861645446270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3368589861645446270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-likes-spaghetti.html' title='She likes spaghetti!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SoRJCUIbVcI/AAAAAAAAATk/qpvj_tYyru4/s72-c/IMG00098-20090811-1830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-2311580751032096258</id><published>2009-06-14T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:49:35.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FCC-SD Kite Festival &amp; After</title><content type='html'>We had an awesome day at the Family with Children From China Kite Festival today.  We have a couple of videos that need editing, but I could not resist the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;I think all the families had a great time today and we enjoyed catching up with them.  Tough times flying kites as the wind was gusty at best, but better than other years.  We did see one kite go for a long ride.  I wonder where it ended up.  Yup, lost in the wind and sailed away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned home and in the process of cleaning up when our tired child, Linda, wanted MORE SWEETS!  She grabbed a bag of cookies and was told "No, not now."  Tantrum time.  She sat it out and then stood it out, and then.....  Well, she stood defiant in the family room.  I finished some dishes and turned around.  Linda passed out from either being too tired or a sugar crash.  Now the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SjWOavlGIGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/I4PWXU5K1h8/s288/afterkitefest2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SjWOavlGIGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/I4PWXU5K1h8/s288/afterkitefest2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see she is out cold!  Nappy time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-2311580751032096258?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2311580751032096258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=2311580751032096258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2311580751032096258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2311580751032096258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/06/fcc-sd-kite-festival-after.html' title='FCC-SD Kite Festival &amp; After'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SjWOavlGIGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/I4PWXU5K1h8/s72-c/afterkitefest2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-6555483205976595963</id><published>2009-06-13T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:54:56.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland:  Work &amp; Fun!</title><content type='html'>We just returned from a couple of days at Disneyland.  One of those perks when you work in radio.  We arrived on Thursday late afternoon and played in the park until the new fireworks show.  Linda was too worn out to continue to the new Fantasmic event.  Anyways, we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SjG-6sg5y9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/IsU0Mckqg0U/s400/IMG00007-20090611-1752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SjG-6sg5y9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/IsU0Mckqg0U/s400/IMG00007-20090611-1752.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast at Goofy's Kitchen this morning.  Oh what fun that was.  Following is a clip of Linda with Chip!  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eac9bb6945a9a35e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deac9bb6945a9a35e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27A40B5B61A088CB219DE277187C88548D4D234E.CCBFA3B39E93CBCBE9C1F0FB3DED9445B65E9B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deac9bb6945a9a35e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds-PaZtTUbtJKa6BMygRke5aejtI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deac9bb6945a9a35e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27A40B5B61A088CB219DE277187C88548D4D234E.CCBFA3B39E93CBCBE9C1F0FB3DED9445B65E9B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deac9bb6945a9a35e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds-PaZtTUbtJKa6BMygRke5aejtI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-6555483205976595963?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eac9bb6945a9a35e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/6555483205976595963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=6555483205976595963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/6555483205976595963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/6555483205976595963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/06/disneyland-work-fun.html' title='Disneyland:  Work &amp; Fun!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SjG-6sg5y9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/IsU0Mckqg0U/s72-c/IMG00007-20090611-1752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-475357937193856868</id><published>2009-06-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:11:15.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Have Ducks</title><content type='html'>So there we were the three us hanging around the house this morning. Bill and I were sitting in the living room trying to figure out what to do today and Linda is riding her bicycle around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally said let's go to Seaport Village. For those of you that don't know it, it is a nice area of shops near the water here in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill thought that was a great idea, but Linda had something else in mind. Linda wanted to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grossmont&lt;/span&gt; Center... a shopping mall. Well we go there and will be going there probably a thousand times during the week. So we said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Linda comes back with that famous whine, "But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wannnnnnnt&lt;/span&gt; to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked her why she wants to go there. She told us she wanted to see the puppies. We told her that at Seaport Village we could see ducks walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got to Seaport Village and found a duck walking around. We followed it for awhile. Then we went to Crazy Shirts (one of my favorite t-shirt places), the hat store and then took a walk to the Fish Market for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way we looked down at the rocks and water to find crabs. There were a few here and there. We saw some really cool kites flying around and then we walked over to the coffee place and had a quick coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Linda asked for the merry-go-round. We all rode it. I swear I was holding on for dear life. That sucker is fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way out and I said to Linda, "Aren't you glad we came here. We had a great time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda said, "There was only ONE DUCK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother, we thought. So we went over the little pond and there she got to see at least four or five ducks. And then Linda was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't put anything past her. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-475357937193856868?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/475357937193856868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=475357937193856868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/475357937193856868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/475357937193856868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-have-ducks.html' title='Must Have Ducks'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8512795998532267679</id><published>2009-05-27T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:59:19.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonsai Video</title><content type='html'>Oh my.   I do not know where she learned this.  School? &lt;br /&gt;This cracks her up when she sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="302" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38797bb8f75a0ac4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38797bb8f75a0ac4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D483136E74B21AD77B444FC1ECED54ADC691ECB69.826F2BDF4A45CC0EF518A87B6B40B916C49D9ACB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38797bb8f75a0ac4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLcpJ02En08hnwzrn7yyXKJVJDj0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="380" height="302" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38797bb8f75a0ac4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D483136E74B21AD77B444FC1ECED54ADC691ECB69.826F2BDF4A45CC0EF518A87B6B40B916C49D9ACB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38797bb8f75a0ac4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLcpJ02En08hnwzrn7yyXKJVJDj0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8512795998532267679?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38797bb8f75a0ac4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8512795998532267679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8512795998532267679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8512795998532267679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8512795998532267679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/05/bonsai-video.html' title='Bonsai Video'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-1818467920218685024</id><published>2009-05-27T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:52:36.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video attempt</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to upload a video or two from my phone.  Let's see if this works!&lt;br /&gt;This one is Linda playing with the water table and our neighbor yells over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="351" height="301" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-12f243f62c65eb0c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D12f243f62c65eb0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA7E94DDAB66D13962737F2E9A1FCA78FE26BA8C.5675A10F9BA47949399C7CD7FDD4DBDD7896024F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D12f243f62c65eb0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV5t3weObB2_A8mjZnVsoQjkXYEk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="351" height="301" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D12f243f62c65eb0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA7E94DDAB66D13962737F2E9A1FCA78FE26BA8C.5675A10F9BA47949399C7CD7FDD4DBDD7896024F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D12f243f62c65eb0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV5t3weObB2_A8mjZnVsoQjkXYEk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-1818467920218685024?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=12f243f62c65eb0c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1818467920218685024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=1818467920218685024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1818467920218685024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1818467920218685024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/05/video-attempt.html' title='Video attempt'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-5949036207414174181</id><published>2009-05-24T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:53:22.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ShodftSsOLI/AAAAAAAAANs/sdGYcwKoMi0/s144/IMG00149-20090521-1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 144px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ShodftSsOLI/AAAAAAAAANs/sdGYcwKoMi0/s144/IMG00149-20090521-1701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda is 3 1/2 y.o.  She is adorable.  She also gives us a few headaches.  It's all part of growing up.  Here are a couple of shots from my cell phone which are soooo damned cute.  Can you say "daddy's girl"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ShofRcoqxbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8o4-wrVQMxY/s144/IMG00140-20090521-1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 108px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ShofRcoqxbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/8o4-wrVQMxY/s144/IMG00140-20090521-1657.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have no other words right now.  Too tired to think, but at least you "get the picture"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Shof44fhNyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/R3g6MVEAXQo/s144/IMG00133-20090521-1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 108px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Shof44fhNyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/R3g6MVEAXQo/s144/IMG00133-20090521-1650.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-5949036207414174181?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5949036207414174181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=5949036207414174181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/5949036207414174181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/5949036207414174181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ShodftSsOLI/AAAAAAAAANs/sdGYcwKoMi0/s72-c/IMG00149-20090521-1701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8953629083708178603</id><published>2009-01-03T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:20:49.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I would love to jump up and down like Linda, but some of us are not feeling up to it.  Our new year has started with the parents being quite ill.  Today Melissa actually went into Urgent Care to get checked out.  Apparently she has a pretty bad sinus infection causing this real nasty cough.  I bet this is why my head is stuffed, yet I do not have the cough any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did it come from?  LINDA!  Our little gem was sick over the holidays.  She finally broke her fever on Christmas day.  After about two months of coughing, she came down with a bug that lasted about a week.  Sure enough a week later I am feeling pretty bad.  A couple of days later, Mel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are hit with this nasty stuff, it was awesome to see my Dad and Ellen during Thanksgiving, and then to see Bubbe and Zedie (Mel's Mom and Bill), for New Years.  We greatly appreciated the visits.  Of course, I was stuck working except for the actual holidays themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope everyone has a great year and we continue to watch our wonderful child grow and become a beautiful young lady that she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8953629083708178603?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8953629083708178603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8953629083708178603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8953629083708178603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8953629083708178603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8364318967407924799</id><published>2008-12-25T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:12:23.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a holiday.  Nothing special.  Linda's fever broke and she was normal today.  Coughing is still quite annoying.  She cannot sleep.  Doctor's are worthless.  Hopefully we will learn more when she is tested for allergies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8364318967407924799?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8364318967407924799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8364318967407924799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8364318967407924799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8364318967407924799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-3110117100773961462</id><published>2008-12-08T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:03:54.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Linda from Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4KK9W1-7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D8hDUmn6XSo/s1600-h/IMG_2693_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4KK9W1-7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D8hDUmn6XSo/s320/IMG_2693_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277666996710144946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4KKkrTteI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pPaLnRHyl48/s1600-h/IMG_2686_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4KKkrTteI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pPaLnRHyl48/s320/IMG_2686_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277666990085092834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4KKR331-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/iNFeM9pggUo/s1600-h/IMG_2682_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4KKR331-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/iNFeM9pggUo/s320/IMG_2682_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277666985037518818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4JcdWOUVI/AAAAAAAAALo/x5ePc-VHw68/s1600-h/IMG_2570_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4JcdWOUVI/AAAAAAAAALo/x5ePc-VHw68/s320/IMG_2570_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277666197843628370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4JdOh9dHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bNxQWqNJdh4/s1600-h/IMG_2706_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4JdOh9dHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bNxQWqNJdh4/s320/IMG_2706_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277666211046192242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4Jc-scLtI/AAAAAAAAALw/cPvwnt1AstE/s1600-h/IMG_2504_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4Jc-scLtI/AAAAAAAAALw/cPvwnt1AstE/s320/IMG_2504_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277666206795181778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-3110117100773961462?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3110117100773961462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=3110117100773961462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3110117100773961462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3110117100773961462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-of-linda-from-reunion.html' title='Pictures of Linda from Reunion'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/ST4KK9W1-7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D8hDUmn6XSo/s72-c/IMG_2693_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-7450529541202605230</id><published>2008-10-13T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:02:34.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Family Reunion 2008</title><content type='html'>The weekend is done and we had such a blast!  There is so much to talk about that I do not even know where to begin!  I'll give a brief run-down and mention now that tons of pictures are on the way!&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a day at the beach and dinner at The Old Spaghetti Factory.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a day at Legoland and dinner/BBQ at our co-host's house.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a day of rest and most families had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a day at Seaworld with the last couple of families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great success.  To see all the children growing up and to know that we, as families, share something in common and fee that we should stay in touch is wonderful.  Thank you to all that participated and to those who could not, we still think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come!  I have much processing to do.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-7450529541202605230?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7450529541202605230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=7450529541202605230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7450529541202605230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7450529541202605230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2008/10/adoption-family-reunion-2008.html' title='Adoption Family Reunion 2008'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-5957773171604155635</id><published>2008-09-21T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:46:07.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Moon Festival</title><content type='html'>As you all know we have been a bit sloooooow posting pictures and writing about our fine experiences with Linda.  Approaching 3 years of age and we are having the full spectrum of highs, lows, and in-betweens.  Well, how about a little bit on the high side today?  We attended the FCC (Families with Children from China) 2008 Moon Festival and another one sponsered by the China House in Balboa Park.  Both were as fun as fun can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcTk135eiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BEHT0bjtNQE/s1600-h/marching_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcTk135eiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BEHT0bjtNQE/s320/marching_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248685414381353506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the FCC event, we arrived early and Linda had a ball at the park.  No, she did not have a ball, she had FUN!  Being a Saturday and the fact she would get to stay up a bit later than normal, she made the most of the time.  The playground was fabulous.  The group then does a little "march" around the park with their lanterns.  I did manage to get one OK shot off as I was too busy being Dad to take pictures.  I am the toy, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcUITxCi3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/jsbjnEV6ns4/s1600-h/MF_happy_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcUITxCi3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/jsbjnEV6ns4/s320/MF_happy_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248686023701072754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the festivities at Balboa Park, we had some great entertainment.  I did get a few shots off and even Mel pitched in with camera duties.  I will have more Linda exclusives, but enjoy the shots of the dancers that follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcUbg5V3rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H0lMVgUlF_c/s1600-h/Dancer_08moonfest_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcUbg5V3rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H0lMVgUlF_c/s320/Dancer_08moonfest_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248686353643069106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcUbuxGLFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nKfKFIMQVwY/s1600-h/Dancers_08moonfest_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcUbuxGLFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nKfKFIMQVwY/s320/Dancers_08moonfest_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248686357366582354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcUb1UynsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Kfczao0JbGk/s1600-h/Dancers2_08moonfest_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcUb1UynsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Kfczao0JbGk/s320/Dancers2_08moonfest_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248686359126908610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-5957773171604155635?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/5957773171604155635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=5957773171604155635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/5957773171604155635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/5957773171604155635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2008/09/2008-moon-festival.html' title='2008 Moon Festival'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/SNcTk135eiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BEHT0bjtNQE/s72-c/marching_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-1107533965599829324</id><published>2008-08-23T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:52:57.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wholly C* Batman, We Haven't Posted!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know and Mel knows, we have not posted in quite some time.  Thanks for the reminders, folks.  We have been so busy "parenting" that we forget or are too tired to post.  Go figure, everyone else seems to have no problem having a camera about and ready to post.  Hmmm?  I wonder if they keep their computers/laptops handy for all occasions?  Me, I get tired of staring at a computer to really do much more than check emails and some news.  I better get with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are to come, but here is the latest.  Our little darling is growing up so fast!  We are doing the TT (Toilet Training) or whatever you want to call it.  It has been 85% successful.  Linda is quite a strong-headed little girl and does very well with a little mishap here and there.  Otherwise, we've had people tell us she is doing fine.  Mel? Well, we won't get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our first cross-country trip a couple of weeks ago to Maryland!  We visited for the first time Linda's Aunt Bonnie, Uncle Jon, and nephew Jonathan.  Linda had a blast!  The flight was a nonstop on Southwest.  We had no issues.  Linda got her own seat and we bought one of those safety harnesses.  The first time we used it she began to do a little crying until we showed her that mommy and daddy had to wear their belts, too.  We had toys and games.  Books.  Linda loved the white board and markers (dry erase).  She is such a good traveler I wonder if she instinctively knows she flew half-way around the world at a very young age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore was beautiful.  I know we took our chances doing an August trip, but the weather cooperated all week.  Linda enjoyed the National Aquarium and walk around the Inner Harbor.  The house had a swing set that she loved.  Uncle Jon bought a pool so we could have a dip which we managed to squeeze in one day.  Oh, and the fire flies!  Linda was amazed.  We caught a couple and put them in a bug box.  She looked at them with wonder.  Birds.  Deer.  Wood chucks!  One morning we were sitting in the sun room playing as we just got up.  I had to take a nature break.  I walked back Linda was squeaking with excitement.  She spotted a baby deer and a mommy deer!  Excited and proud, she stared at them and we watched until they trotted off into another yard.  How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda really enjoyed her and aunt and uncle and I hope we get a chance to visit again soon.  It's a shame it is such a hassle to travel and the expense.  It was worth it, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!  And did I mention, pictures, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Did I mention how difficult it is to take pictures of Linda?  As soon as she sees the camera she runs behind it and yell, "I want to see!"  "There's nothing to see, I haven't taken a picture yet!"  She's funny.  I think she will get a cool present for her birthday this year.  Wink wink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-1107533965599829324?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1107533965599829324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=1107533965599829324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1107533965599829324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1107533965599829324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2008/08/wholly-c-batman-we-havent-posted.html' title='Wholly C* Batman, We Haven&apos;t Posted!!!!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-987949326571206820</id><published>2008-04-06T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:48:49.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two New Video Clips!</title><content type='html'>After a real fun Spring Training trip, as you can tell from previous posts, I'm finally getting around to posting a video.  Well, it's the best I could do with our little director hanging around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f0b464d0b5cba7e0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df0b464d0b5cba7e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19AEA0E595351E54C204CB726E62950ACE3BE797.2556504756AA9F03F823DFC5C2570CCEB88CCFAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0b464d0b5cba7e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxQQsGxq5_ltJ0xyuP-Sia2G88Rk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df0b464d0b5cba7e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19AEA0E595351E54C204CB726E62950ACE3BE797.2556504756AA9F03F823DFC5C2570CCEB88CCFAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0b464d0b5cba7e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxQQsGxq5_ltJ0xyuP-Sia2G88Rk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is actually from today!  A new "toy" came home from Spring Training.  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I was kind of concerned before we left because Linda is going through a very minor “terrible two’s” stage. There are no temper tantrums just a little whinny and usually “I want to go home”. The other thing was that at home she wanted nothing to do with the “Pack and Play’ so I figured she really doesn’t need it at home so I put it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had a great drive to Phoenix. Linda took a couple of half-hour naps in the car. We sang and played with her “car buddies” Pooh, purple bear, piggy book and elephant. We got to the La Quinta hotel and was very happy to see our nice big room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends the Sobos were already in town. They went out to lunch so Bill went to get us some food while I unpacked our clothes. Linda has this new little travel train track with Thomas the Train. She was happily playing with the toy on the bed. It’s great that the bed is low enough that Linda can climb up and down by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our friends got back it was time for the pool. Linda had a blast. By the second day she was swimming by herself with her floaties on… and finally keeping her mouth closed this year!!!! Yeah!!! We are definitely going for swimming lessons this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now it was time for our first game and it was an evening game. Again, a little concerned since no real nap and big crowd. Linda had a great time. We were in the first row of the Padres vs. Mariners games on the first base side. When everyone would clap, Linda would clap. When the ball was hit Linda would yell, “I got it”. That was hilarious. I would tell her to yell “Go Padres”. Yes those words came out of my mouth. She would yell “Go Padres”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left about 9:15pm because I was getting tired. Linda was delirious but having a great time. When we were in the car I reminded Linda that she was going to sleep in the “Pack and Play”. Linda said, “No, I’m scared of the Pack and Play”. I said that we are going to put sheets under the pad and then her fitted sheet so it would be more comfortable and that she would have Mickey, Arf Arf and Pooh sleeping with her and we are all in the same room. When we got back she was trying to climb in the “Pack and Play”. We put her in, read a couple of books and we all went to sleep. We never heard from her all night. Yeah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was more pool time in the morning and then off to the Padres vs. Brewers game. This was a new stadium to us. It’s in Maryvale. It’s not a great area of Phoenix but what a nice park and a lot of grass seating. Our friends the Sobos arrived there first and picked an area to sit in. Mark called me and said, “We are on the lawn by the third base side. It will get shady”. Boy was he right. It was great. We had a great time. Linda was playing with Chloe for most of the game and they had a blast. After a while Bill took Linda and Chloe for a walk and Chloe got hit by a foul ball. Chloe is just fine. Then the man that got the ball gave the ball to Chloe. Now that’s exciting. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R-XaOehkBzI/AAAAAAAAACI/k4sHAxE3Gg8/s1600-h/chloe+and+linda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180786888606484274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R-XaOehkBzI/AAAAAAAAACI/k4sHAxE3Gg8/s320/chloe+and+linda1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was also great about this game is that we met up with our friends that live here that were in our travel group in China, Becky, Mark and Mai. Wow I tell ya, when you look at Linda and Mai it’s amazing to see how much they have both grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we all went to that culinary delight, The Cracker Barrel. Ah yes, nothing better than Chicken ‘N Dumplins and some corn bread. It was a nice treat to have everyone at dinner. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R-XaiOhkB0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XSN2l9qvDNE/s1600-h/Chloe+and+Linda+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180787227908900674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R-XaiOhkB0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XSN2l9qvDNE/s320/Chloe+and+Linda+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the big game for me. It was the Dodgers vs. Angels game. We woke up to me with a sore throat and Linda in a grumpy mood. This vacation was really getting to Linda. Needless to say naps and sleep time was all screwed up. She would be so excited that she wouldn’t even sleep in the car. But you know all this was smoothed over with a little visit from Chloe at breakfast. La Quinta has a free breakfast bar and we would all meet up there at some point. Chloe came and sat with us and Linda had a great time talking and eating with her. My throat, well I guess Phoenix wasn’t as kind to me as it usually is. Bill thinks it’s because they also had a decent amount of rain and so stuff is actually blooming here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R-XcI-hkB3I/AAAAAAAAACo/FlmolHzY0fY/s1600-h/Linda+and+Mai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180788993140459378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R-XcI-hkB3I/AAAAAAAAACo/FlmolHzY0fY/s320/Linda+and+Mai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to the game and let me tell you Sobo did a great job again at picking seats. It was in the upper 80’s today but we wouldn’t know that since we were in the shade. It was wonderful. We were in the last row of seats behind home plate. You have to remember that these stadiums are very small so it’s pretty close. I was sitting in front of where Fernando Valenzuela was broadcasting for a Spanish station in L.A. For those of you who know who that is… you know I was dying. He wouldn’t give me an autograph though. I guess he was too busy… oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R-XciOhkB4I/AAAAAAAAACw/mODJ2iuzj5k/s1600-h/Mai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180789426932156290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R-XciOhkB4I/AAAAAAAAACw/mODJ2iuzj5k/s320/Mai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda was her delirious self again. She had a great time in the seats with Chloe making “pies and soups” with their hats and pom poms. Towards the end of the game, Linda was screaming, “GO DODGERS” as loud as she could. The people in front had a blast with this. They were hoping for a rally and thought maybe Linda’s screams would help. It didn’t, they lost 4-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe’s brother Will got a real cool set of baseball trading cards. He now has an Ichiro card and a new Andruw Jones in a Dodgers jersey card. Great cards Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we said goodbye to the Sobos (since they were leaving today), we decided to go for a drive to see if Linda would sleep… not. We ended up at a Macaroni Grill and as soon as we got there, she fell asleep so we decided to do “to go”. I think we are all going to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after having breakfast with a friend we will be on our way home. This has been a great trip. I’m already looking forward to next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-7403855757402379519?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7403855757402379519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=7403855757402379519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7403855757402379519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7403855757402379519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2008/03/play-ball.html' title='Play Ball'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R-XaOehkBzI/AAAAAAAAACI/k4sHAxE3Gg8/s72-c/chloe+and+linda1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-3954416899013239901</id><published>2008-02-29T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:30:09.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since we posted a video of Linda.  I took the opportunity to capture some of her finest moments.  I will upload more.  This one is a test as it has been sooooooo long.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d07757f07f9c1222" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd07757f07f9c1222%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D538E3541C5BFDDF95D1A99BEE068D67B0730D5E4.304F4C05A755B7907C071825322375380B3DA8BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd07757f07f9c1222%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPoXcA_aElbms23EYKSVrLUONXQc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd07757f07f9c1222%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D538E3541C5BFDDF95D1A99BEE068D67B0730D5E4.304F4C05A755B7907C071825322375380B3DA8BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd07757f07f9c1222%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPoXcA_aElbms23EYKSVrLUONXQc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just finished another clip.  Here is one busy little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b08a53eee35be825" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db08a53eee35be825%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AC8F712B44E748F77B1911D1EDEBD1A1B67BD8E.2147BB5A95BB7FC886BC239FB59045A7315C040E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db08a53eee35be825%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7nhnzdurPmMtfmzdx_0bUUecKAE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db08a53eee35be825%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330160105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AC8F712B44E748F77B1911D1EDEBD1A1B67BD8E.2147BB5A95BB7FC886BC239FB59045A7315C040E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db08a53eee35be825%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7nhnzdurPmMtfmzdx_0bUUecKAE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-3954416899013239901?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b08a53eee35be825&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d07757f07f9c1222&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3954416899013239901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=3954416899013239901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3954416899013239901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3954416899013239901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2008/02/rainy-day.html' title='A Rainy Day'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-2409220898602092229</id><published>2008-02-03T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:51:05.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Seen The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A little tibbit from this morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking around brushing my teeth (yes a wierd habbit of mine) and wandered into Linda's room.  Linda comes by wheeling her shopping cart and this is what she said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get out my room... my room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it.  A look into teenage life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-2409220898602092229?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2409220898602092229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=2409220898602092229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2409220898602092229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2409220898602092229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-seen-future.html' title='I&apos;ve Seen The Future'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-3730164564015961576</id><published>2007-12-26T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:44.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe How Time Is Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t believe how long it’s been since we have posted here. A lot has gone on since our last post. First off there was Thanksgiving in Lake Havasu with Grandma and Grandpa. As usual, we had a blast. It was nice to see everyone feeling well and pretty much back to their routines. We spent a day in Oatman, AZ and met up with one of our friends, J.R.. If you don’t know about Oatman, it’s an old mining town in Arizona on Route 66. The fun thing about Oatman (and the main reason to go to Oatman) is that wild donkeys hang around town and you feed them carrots. We wanted Linda to get a chance to feed them carrots. Well guess what. The donkeys skipped town that day (probably due to wind). There was not one donkey to be seen…. hmmmm. So we had lunch and took off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home it was time for Bill to do some major work. No not at home ( I wish it was) but at work. Bill is rebuilding three studios by the end of year. Needless to say, we have not seen much of him. While Bill was at work I was busy getting Linda’s birthday party ready, getting Linda ready for preschool and a visit from Bubbie and Zadie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda started preschool the first week of December and is going two days a week. We both had a nasty cry the first day but we got over it. Linda had a great time in school. When I picked her up she had a great big hug for me. That was the best part of my day. When I asked her what she did in school she said, “Pizza, Juice, Mirna”. That’s pretty much her standard answer now when I pick her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbie and Zadie arrived later that week for Linda’s birthday party. It was nice to have the family in town. The weather was kind of sucky so that made us all very lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R3LuLnG2xSI/AAAAAAAAABw/f1ph7RdjZpk/s1600-h/Linda+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148439207281607970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R3LuLnG2xSI/AAAAAAAAABw/f1ph7RdjZpk/s320/Linda+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well next is birthday party. We had it at Playtown. It is a great indoor playground for toddlers. We all had a blast. They do a nice job there. They even take your presents to your car. We forgot our camera but Mary and Bill were there for the rescue. Thanks for the great pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R3LuZnG2xTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gC9pv57oYdQ/s1600-h/Linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148439447799776562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R3LuZnG2xTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gC9pv57oYdQ/s320/Linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148439834346833218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R3LuwHG2xUI/AAAAAAAAACA/kxVCR8mVAps/s320/rollercoaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The next week came the nasty head cold from preschool. That didn’t take long. It was frustrating because I felt horrible for Linda, she was just miserable with this one. She was congested, coughing, vomiting, fever and nose bleeds. This was only a head cold and it seemed worse than Bronchiolitis. I think that’s because she was younger then and she didn’t get frustrated just being in the house. I was also suffering from sinus crap (yes that’s a technical term). We really hadn’t seen much of Bill in those couple of weeks and I was really looking forward to him being home for the weekend and I being able to just get rid of the sinus crap or at least taking a little time to myself…. Nope didn’t happen. Bill got sick. Oh brother!!!! I had to try to keep Linda away from Bill so they wouldn’t just past germs to each other. That wasn’t happening. Linda wanted nothing to do with me when Bill was home. So none of us really got any rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are finally over that hump. Yeah!!!! We are just draining now. Linda is back to her happy self. We are looking forward to the New Year and what exciting things will be coming our way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year to everyone!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-3730164564015961576?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3730164564015961576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=3730164564015961576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3730164564015961576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3730164564015961576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-believe-how-time-is-flying.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe How Time Is Flying'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/R3LuLnG2xSI/AAAAAAAAABw/f1ph7RdjZpk/s72-c/Linda+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-4395833571682407987</id><published>2007-10-23T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:46.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiangxi 12-06</title><content type='html'>The title of this blog is the group number for our travel group to China. It is the number we used a little over a year ago to meet our daughter in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend six of the families from that group (including us) reunited in Dallas. Thanks to Patty for arranging our weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we met up Friday evening at Patty's house, it felt like we just saw each other the day before. The parents continued with their conversations like they never really stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124684696021550690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rx6JlEw-xmI/AAAAAAAAABc/r7-kfQpaiW4/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls of course are all almost two years old with the exception of Jiani. I think she's about four years old. I don't think they remember each other but they had a great time together. I think to them it was just meeting up with some fresh faces. They were all shy at the beginning, but it didn't take long for them to warm up to each other. They are all very tall and they all have the same personalities. None of them really whined much and they were all jumping beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the Dallas Arboretum. It was great. There were lots of pretty plants and a great pumpkin festival. There was also a really cool chocolate festival. It smelled soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rx6HHUw-xjI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZH1z1ZVmI4o/s1600-h/group+pix+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124681985897186866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rx6HHUw-xjI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZH1z1ZVmI4o/s320/group+pix+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rx6HfUw-xkI/AAAAAAAAABM/QvlhsGtDKcg/s1600-h/Linda+and+Mai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124682398214047298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rx6HfUw-xkI/AAAAAAAAABM/QvlhsGtDKcg/s320/Linda+and+Mai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we were all at Patty's parents house for a wonderful pasta dinner. They had a jumpy in the back yard and Linda went in for 10 seconds. That's a new record for her. I don't get, she loves to jump, she just doesn't like to be in a jumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to do the "red couch" picture. As you can see the kids had some other ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124685151288084098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rx6J_kw-xoI/AAAAAAAAABo/IKl9o9CUunk/s320/Close+Red+Couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sunday morning we had breakfast with two of the families at the hotel. It felt like China with older kids. We had a great time and talked about next year. I'm pulling for San Diego to be the next trip with a stop at Legoland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see everyone and I miss them all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-4395833571682407987?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4395833571682407987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=4395833571682407987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4395833571682407987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4395833571682407987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/10/jiangxi-12-06.html' title='Jiangxi 12-06'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rx6JlEw-xmI/AAAAAAAAABc/r7-kfQpaiW4/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-1171211663492350476</id><published>2007-10-14T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:47.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch!</title><content type='html'>Now this is a first.  It's the second time we've been to the pumpkin patch with Linda!  Wow!  Now that is out of the way, we visited Bates Nut Farm once again.  It looks like this is going to be a family tradition as we all had a ton 'o fun.  This year we invited our friends to join us.  As the saying goes, "a good time was had by all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLw2gAkZdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J8JP93_u4Xs/s1600-h/tractor_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLw2gAkZdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J8JP93_u4Xs/s320/tractor_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121420545369597394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda driving the tractor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLw2wAkZeI/AAAAAAAAACA/ekuPDwJbe58/s1600-h/tractorpull_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLw2wAkZeI/AAAAAAAAACA/ekuPDwJbe58/s320/tractorpull_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121420549664564706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those goofy pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxdgAkZfI/AAAAAAAAACI/Wp9WAH0C1yI/s1600-h/the_gang_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxdgAkZfI/AAAAAAAAACI/Wp9WAH0C1yI/s320/the_gang_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121421215384495602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sophia, Jinji, Jarrah, &amp;amp; Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxdgAkZgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wygCQ4g6ad0/s1600-h/which_way_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxdgAkZgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wygCQ4g6ad0/s320/which_way_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121421215384495618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which way, Paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxtwAkZjI/AAAAAAAAACo/rA7qa52IWVs/s1600-h/so_many_pumpkins_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxtwAkZjI/AAAAAAAAACo/rA7qa52IWVs/s320/so_many_pumpkins_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121421494557369906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxtwAkZiI/AAAAAAAAACg/2HQlu_-KdKE/s1600-h/they_got_me_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxtwAkZiI/AAAAAAAAACg/2HQlu_-KdKE/s320/they_got_me_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121421494557369890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On No!  They got me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxtwAkZkI/AAAAAAAAACw/oqE4myiC7jE/s1600-h/Linda_Jarrah_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxtwAkZkI/AAAAAAAAACw/oqE4myiC7jE/s320/Linda_Jarrah_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121421494557369922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda &amp;amp; Jarrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxdwAkZhI/AAAAAAAAACY/vG8T9SRYr_Y/s1600-h/this_big_linda_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLxdwAkZhI/AAAAAAAAACY/vG8T9SRYr_Y/s320/this_big_linda_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121421219679462930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's this big!  Whaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are so many more pictures I will have to process them and do a later posting.  Thanks to Cory for having fun with my camera when I was busy being Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had so much fun!  Thanks to everyone for coming out and joining us.  We are looking forward to next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-1171211663492350476?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1171211663492350476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=1171211663492350476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1171211663492350476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1171211663492350476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RxLw2gAkZdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J8JP93_u4Xs/s72-c/tractor_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-4232753529067117011</id><published>2007-10-07T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktoberfest in La Mesa</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that we are now REPEATING events!  Yes, Linda has been home over one year!  Her first major event to attend was the Oktoberfest.  Of course, we had to go back this year and as luck would have it I did not have to work making it much more enjoyable.  On a last moment call our friend Cory and Lena joined us.  Thanks for the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite is Linda enjoying the Chicken Dance on daddy's shoulders.  Oh the things that I must endure.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rwmu8gAkZYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I0p3rIpl7yQ/s1600-h/Oktoberfest07_Shoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rwmu8gAkZYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I0p3rIpl7yQ/s320/Oktoberfest07_Shoulder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118814805890983298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what child does not want to play with daddy's hat.  Linda loves to play with my hat.  Hers?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;.  Mine?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeeeeees&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RwmvNQAkZZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fxRJDoIYGQA/s1600-h/Oktoberfest07_Hat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RwmvNQAkZZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fxRJDoIYGQA/s320/Oktoberfest07_Hat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118815093653792146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there must always be a goofy shot of daddy.  Hey, it's part of the job, right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RwmvYQAkZaI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZoZeVMfjVy0/s1600-h/Oktoberfest07_Goofy_Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RwmvYQAkZaI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZoZeVMfjVy0/s320/Oktoberfest07_Goofy_Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118815282632353186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend, the pumpkin patch!  See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-4232753529067117011?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4232753529067117011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=4232753529067117011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4232753529067117011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4232753529067117011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/10/oktoberfest-in-la-mesa.html' title='Oktoberfest in La Mesa'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rwmu8gAkZYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I0p3rIpl7yQ/s72-c/Oktoberfest07_Shoulder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8781737640009802685</id><published>2007-10-01T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:52:42.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Encounter On The Way To The Mall</title><content type='html'>Wow!  It's been a while since a post!  Someone has be slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Linda, and I visited family this past weekend in L.A.  We had a great visit and Linda did not want to leave.  It's tough not to have family close by as some of you know.  We make the most of it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon we decided to walk to the Beverly Center to get out and stretch our legs and it gave us an excuse to let Linda loose, too.  As we crossed a street the driver from the car waiting for us yelled out, "Is that your daughter?" I did not quite get the question the first time and asked to repeat it while trying to figure out if there was a potential incident.  It was L.A.&lt;br /&gt;I responded, "yes, she sure is!".&lt;br /&gt;The man then returns with, "I was adopted by a Caucasian couple.  I wish you the best."&lt;br /&gt;We thanked him for his kind comments and continued on our way.&lt;br /&gt;You might have guessed, the man was an African-American. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we could think at the time, "Only in L.A. would that happen."  Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to have a fun time in the mall and let Linda walk, jump, and dance her way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  We will get a couple of new pix uploaded soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8781737640009802685?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8781737640009802685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8781737640009802685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8781737640009802685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8781737640009802685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting-encounter-on-way-to-mall.html' title='An Interesting Encounter On The Way To The Mall'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-7047531662666725278</id><published>2007-08-12T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:49.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we have been very bad at posting! I’ve got to say that after a full day with Linda, I don’t really feel like looking at a computer for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda has grown so much in the last couple of months both physically and mentally. She is climbing on just about anything you can think of and she is talking so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the summer with a trip to Disneyland. Bill had to work there again so we tagged along. It was a nice birthday trip for me. It was the opening of the “Finding Nemo” submarine ride. Disneyland took the old sub ride and revamped into a “Finding Nemo” theme. It was great!! It’s the second longest ride (after “Pirates of the Caribbean”) at 12 minutes long. Linda had a great time and it was really neat for me to see her getting into a ride I remember going on with my family when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 4th of July holiday we went to see Grandpa and Grandma Ellen in Lake Havasu. It was a very relaxing vacation. We hung out at the pool in the morning (when it was only 90 degrees). And played with some indoor toys in the afternoon (when it was 124 degrees). We were going to go the Aquatic Center one day but we got blocked in by a house fire across the street. There were three fire trucks (and a fire catering truck for the firefighters so they wouldn’t get thirsty) blocking us in so we couldn’t drive out. No one was in the house during the fire. The house in under renovation… hmmm. It was great to see the folks and we hope to see them again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Bubbie and Zadie came out to spend time with us and see the Dead Sea Scrolls that are on exhibit here in San Diego. The exhibit was fascinating!!! How can anybody read anything that small? We had a great time with Bubbie and Zadie. We blew up our large kid pool from Costco. It fit all five us very nicely. Linda had a blast even if her teeth were chattering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=3730534760867263088&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all of this we had some nice play dates. Linda and I went to a pool party. I found out about this great floating device that Linda loves. She no longer wants to sit in her ducky (who can blame her). This device lets her move around the pool very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recent pictures of Linda and her friends. The picture of the two dads is at the Holt Picnic in June. The other little girl named Elianna is one the girls in our travel group. She comes from the same orphanage as Linda. She is a total sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rr9O1t8cKcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NYmUoa0THNU/s1600-h/Elliana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097879987979823554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rr9O1t8cKcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NYmUoa0THNU/s320/Elliana2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rr9OF98cKaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oprT16w_LvU/s1600-h/AlexandLinda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097879167641069986" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rr9OF98cKaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oprT16w_LvU/s320/AlexandLinda2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rr9OOd8cKbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hucIZ66S8FU/s1600-h/JarrahandLinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097879313669958066" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rr9OOd8cKbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hucIZ66S8FU/s320/JarrahandLinda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-7047531662666725278?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7047531662666725278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=7047531662666725278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7047531662666725278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7047531662666725278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-summer.html' title='A Great Summer'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/Rr9O1t8cKcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NYmUoa0THNU/s72-c/Elliana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8119996563935808977</id><published>2007-06-11T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:16:21.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Toddler</title><content type='html'>I was wandering the house settling things down after returning from Disneyland.  More on that later, i.e. another post.  Mel decided to lay down and rest = sinus pain in a big way.  I lost track of our little darling until I hear the call:  "Honey, look at what our child is doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture, well in this case, video speaks for itself!  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=7855067658451575269&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8119996563935808977?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8119996563935808977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8119996563935808977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8119996563935808977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8119996563935808977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/06/instant-toddler.html' title='Instant Toddler'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-4188892019659702170</id><published>2007-05-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:49.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple of Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RlJ3jP3kYBI/AAAAAAAAABA/cTgP-VrAY4Y/s1600-h/HandinCamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RlJ3jP3kYBI/AAAAAAAAABA/cTgP-VrAY4Y/s320/HandinCamera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067243978183958546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While learning video editing, I clipped these two frames.  I know everyone is hurting for more pictures, so while I work on video I will throw a few of these up!  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RlJ3o_3kYCI/AAAAAAAAABI/nIQigke1ksk/s1600-h/HappyFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RlJ3o_3kYCI/AAAAAAAAABI/nIQigke1ksk/s320/HappyFace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067244076968206370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these were shot while Linda was playing with the lawnmower referred to in the previous post.  Can you tell she is having fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-4188892019659702170?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/4188892019659702170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=4188892019659702170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4188892019659702170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/4188892019659702170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/05/couple-of-pictures.html' title='Couple of Pictures'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/RlJ3jP3kYBI/AAAAAAAAABA/cTgP-VrAY4Y/s72-c/HandinCamera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-3770885497515049634</id><published>2007-05-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:36:22.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda and Her Slide</title><content type='html'>How cool.  Linda has her own slide!  She also has her own little lawnmower. (Maybe some day I won't have to mow that lawn!) &lt;br /&gt;Here is a little video of her trying it out.  She still needs a bit of assistance on the top, but other than that it is all fun and games! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px;height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8206228401602898234&amp;hl=en" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda is doing quite well and is having a great time in life, or at least she is when we aren't doing crazy things to her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-3770885497515049634?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3770885497515049634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=3770885497515049634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3770885497515049634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3770885497515049634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/05/linda-and-her-slide.html' title='Linda and Her Slide'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-2327950979988617515</id><published>2007-04-28T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:57:35.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went To a Street Brawl and a Baseball Game Broke Out</title><content type='html'>I have to go back a week before I get to the real meat of this post.  A week ago Thursday I took Linda to a day game at Petco Park.  It was the Padres vs. Diamond Backs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little scared about taking Linda by myself but I thought what the heck.  The worst that could happen is that she gets antsy and we’ll have to go to the “Park at the Park” and play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to score the first seat in a row on the Toyota Terrace Unreserved.  The price was half off the norm because Thursday day games are two for one or half off one on the Toyota Terrace Unreserved section and only $10 parking in the 8th and Harbor Garage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I packed a lunch for Linda and off we went.  I went to one of the snack bars to get a hot dog and found out they are also two for one.  I thought great.  I’m getting Linda a hot dog too.  We sat down at this hidden section I know about where there is always an empty table and we had our hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Toyota Terrace, put the stroller inside some railings between a beam and a trash can and walked four steps down to our seat at the beginning of the row.  We had a blast.  Linda was yelling “ball”, dancing with the music and clapping when everyone was clapping.  I had a tear in my eye.  She sat on my lap for about an hour and a half and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited when we got home that I had to call my friend Martha and tell her about it.  Martha loves baseball like I do and is also from L.A.  During our conversation we decided to go to Petco Park for the Padres vs. Dodgers game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks that was last night.  I think Martha was a little surprise at my Dodger gear and that I’m gutsy enough to wear it here in San Diego.  We wandered around the park for a bit, got some food and drinks and went to our seats.  We had a very nice conversation and watched the Trevor Hoffman festivities in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the idiots arrived.  I have lived here for ten years now and I still don’t understand the “fair weather” Padre fan (no I’m not talking about real Padre/baseball fans).  You know the idiots that have no idea what they are talking about and just yell to hear their own voices.  But after ten years (and I guess being a mom now) I have just learned to roll my eyes, grumble a little and ignore it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha is not use to it.  This idiot kept yelling stupid things in our ears.  His kid is bopping me with his balloon hammer and they were just plain annoying.  Martha turned around and asked politely to keep it down and it got worse.  He was throwing the f-bombs and other things and Martha was upset because HE’S SAYING ALL OF THIS INFRONT OF HIS TODDLER!!!!!!  Unbelievable!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he just started to get personal.  I don’t remember what he said but Martha got up in his face (you go girl).  The guy behind the idiot had to hold him back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time the Dodgers were losing so that was not helping things.  We decided to leave our seats about the 8th inning (really because I didn’t want to deal with the idiot while trying to go down steps).  We found an usher and Martha told him the story.  He didn’t help much.  Then we found another usher that basically said, “Sorry but we have to deal with bigger drunks than that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving we saw on the screen that Trevor Hoffman was blowing the save and the game was tied.  When we got to the car, the Dodgers won 6-5.  Yeah!!! I bet the idiot was quiet in his seat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love baseball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-2327950979988617515?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2327950979988617515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=2327950979988617515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2327950979988617515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/2327950979988617515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-went-to-street-brawl-and-baseball.html' title='I Went To a Street Brawl and a Baseball Game Broke Out'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8108213189851532698</id><published>2007-03-22T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:50.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Home!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/RgLAmnR2zYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WSTk3urnDvM/s1600-h/PIC-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044806302219816322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/RgLAmnR2zYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WSTk3urnDvM/s320/PIC-0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/RgLAm3R2zZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1ay2jF0yOek/s1600-h/PIC-0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044806306514783634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/RgLAm3R2zZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1ay2jF0yOek/s320/PIC-0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/RgLAnHR2zaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zsAzLAWiDkc/s1600-h/PIC-0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044806310809750946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/RgLAnHR2zaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zsAzLAWiDkc/s320/PIC-0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8108213189851532698?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8108213189851532698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8108213189851532698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8108213189851532698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8108213189851532698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-are-home.html' title='We Are Home!!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yyx6tKf8nRk/RgLAmnR2zYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WSTk3urnDvM/s72-c/PIC-0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-7976264661536443884</id><published>2007-03-19T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:09:23.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are  We????</title><content type='html'>Well, the car is quite sick.  Seems like it will get a new alternator and battery along with a new set of AC compressor bearings.  Oh fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda?  Doing great.  Of course she is quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wacked&lt;/span&gt; out on any consistency when it comes to eating and sleeping, but she is hanging in there.  Tonight is the first night she actually has fallen asleep before 9pm!  This will last up to when this noisy air conditioner turns back on.  We've had some good nights with minor whining, so the AC in this room has not disturbed her too much.  Every time we ride in the car is a different story.  Out cold.  She doesn't last more than 10 or 15 minutes before falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we visited my Dad as a family.  He is doing great and is waiting to be released from the hospital.  Looks like tomorrow is the day.  What a bummer!  he will get to go home before we do!  Actually, that is awesome.  Linda was her cute self on the visit.  After a little time in the room, Mel took her outside in a courtyard where Grandpa was able to watch her run around a bit.  All was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the pool this afternoon.  Only the second time on this trip.  :-(  Linda had a great time in the water once again.  The floating duck chair is a hit.  After we rinsed off and relaxed we treated ourselves to the Macaroni Grill.  Nice place and pretty good food.  Linda was such an angel.  We had two elderly couples tell us how cute she is.  How nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little work we are now ready to settle down.  We can't wait to get home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-7976264661536443884?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/7976264661536443884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=7976264661536443884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7976264661536443884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/7976264661536443884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-are-we.html' title='Where Are  We????'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-1485358155556508400</id><published>2007-03-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:17:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Murphy's Spring Training Trip</title><content type='html'>Well, we are having "fun" on this trip, but I think Linda is having the most fun and I will start with this:  Linda has been such a trooper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to start our trip a day early as a family crisis, mild but a crisis, occurred which landed my Dad in the hospital.  Where?  No place but Phoenix.  BTW, he is doing very well and should be released sometime during the week.   We started our trek on Thursday morning.  A beautiful morning for SD.  It was uneventful until we arrived in Phoenix.  We get to the hotel and find that it is so new that the pool was not even open!  "How long?" we asked.  Another couple of weeks!  There is no way in hell we are going to stay in Phoenix with another family and have no pool for the kids to play in, so the mad dash to find another place.  We manage to get rooms in another place and got a decent discount, but we are going to be calling the customer relations folks as soon as this wacky trip is over.  Thursday is shot.  At least I got to visit my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a pretty good day.  Nothing to report.  Linda did not get to the pool for her very first swim, but she did get to see, and I use that term &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;losely&lt;/span&gt;, her first baseball game.  We had a good time running around, and she did OK sitting in our laps for a couple of innings.  It was also a rare time that she was up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt; past her bed time.  Well, that has become a common occurrence on this trip.  I guess that is what vacations are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started well.  Linda had her first dip in a swimming pool.  No complaints.  She had a wonderful time.  I carried her in the pool without a whine or scream.  We bought a floating duck that she can sit in.  She loved that.  She kicked and splashed.  Linda does not like blow-up arm floaters.  Oh well, back to the duck.  She was so tired afterwards that she took a nap from which she did not want to wake up, but we had a game to get to.  This game we decided on as a last minute one and we were to buy lawn seats, so we did not buy in advance.  We were less than a mile away from the stadium when we got the call from our friends that it was SOLD OUT!  We retreated to Peoria to see the Mariners play the Rangers.  On the way to Peoria I misjudged a dip in the road.  Mel was feeding Linda as she was starving.  Wham!  Pasta salad on the floor in the back and on top of Mel's Coach purse!  Bill is on the shit list now.  We finally get to the game and  enjoyed the few innings we were there.  Well, we played with the kids and just had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we decided to do the scenic route back to our hotel and cruise down through Phoenix to Scottsdale and then to the hotel.  We never made it to Scottsdale.  Murphy struck again and our little Mazda SUV dropped dead.  After a number of phone calls and the battery on the cell phone was dying, we got a tow to the closest Mazda dealer.  The dealer sent a salesman to pick us up and he waited with us until the tow truck arrived.  While we were waiting, Mel took Linda to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; across the street to cool down while I waited in the 90+ degree heat for the drivers.  We used the Mazda roadside assistance plan that we purchased and thus all the "rides".  The dude from Mazda took us down to the airport so we could rent a car!  Yup, we now have a rental while the Tribute gets checked, and that won't even be until Monday as the service department is closed on Sundays as usual.  We drove out of the rental car lot at 7:20pm.  How wacky and random that Mel and I discussed earlier how nice it would be to get Linda down at a reasonable time.  NOT!  We went to dinner and now, at 10:20pm, Linda is yelling for Mama and is showing no signs of settling down!  She will when I am done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are stuck here in Phoenix for what looks like an extra day as we were to return home on Monday, but Tuesday will be more like it if all goes well with the car.  We still love that car, it's just a bummer that this happened on this trip with everything else that is going on.  Another random thing is that I took the car in last Tuesday for a regular service!  Talk about adding insult to injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Murphy was only visiting today and the next couple of days will be fun and as normal as could be expected.  Linda has been patient and just a little princess through all of this sitting in car seats, strollers, and unknown cars.  I hope everyone else has had uneventful days and we are taking care of Murphy.  We are now going to try and get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-1485358155556508400?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1485358155556508400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=1485358155556508400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1485358155556508400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1485358155556508400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/03/murphys-spring-training-trip.html' title='The Murphy&apos;s Spring Training Trip'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8023741864857124347</id><published>2007-03-03T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:12:25.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation Between Mother and Daughter</title><content type='html'>Here is our daily conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;Mama mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Yes Linda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;Uh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;Mama mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Yes sweetheart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;hehehehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;Mama mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Yes dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;Fish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Not before breakfast sweetheart.  Drink some milk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;Mama mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Yes Linda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;Dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Yes the dog is over there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;Mama mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Yes sweetheart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda:  &lt;em&gt;Dada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Daddy is at work.  He'll be home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8023741864857124347?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8023741864857124347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8023741864857124347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8023741864857124347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8023741864857124347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/03/conversation-between-mother-and.html' title='A Conversation Between Mother and Daughter'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-646379692191472663</id><published>2007-02-22T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:05:54.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Lessons</title><content type='html'>Linda is feeling much better now. She is almost her old self. We have been keeping a low profile this week. At the beginning of the week it was easy because Linda was very mellow. We would read books and watch Baby Einstein DVDs and Sesame Street. Of course as the week goes on and Linda is feeling better we have to get creative and play with lots of toys. Then she's getting cabin fever (like myself) and grabs her jacket and heads straight for the front door and points. So we do quick trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when Bill came home I took a quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; walk. On my walk I bumped into a neighbor with two little kids. I told her about Linda's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bronchiolitis&lt;/span&gt;. She just kinda rolled her eyes and said that's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bummer&lt;/span&gt;. Then she goes on to says something like a couple of weeks ago her son got the flu and then a little while later her daughter got it. She just wish that the kids got the flu at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here I am practically in tears because Linda was feeling miserable. I was all concerned about her breathing and drinking enough fluids. The neighbor just wished her kids get sick at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow it just reminds me of that line in the movie Parenthood where the one mother says with her first child they really watch him closely. By the third child we were letting them juggle knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll still be practically in tears when Linda is feeling miserable for a little while (18 years).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-646379692191472663?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/646379692191472663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=646379692191472663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/646379692191472663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/646379692191472663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/02/mommy-lessons.html' title='Mommy Lessons'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-8212951353049166839</id><published>2007-02-18T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:18:35.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Broth for the Sick</title><content type='html'>Well we are dealing with Linda's first childhood illness.  Linda came down with a runny nose and cough on Friday.  Like usual she was her wonderful self.  Still bright and smiley and full of energy... just with a runny nose and cough.  Saturday was pretty much the same.  But Sunday morning her breathing just didn't seem right to me.  It was kind of loud and shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we called the doctor and went in for a 11am appointment.  Yes on a Sunday (we love our doctor's office).  The doc took one listen to her lungs and said we made a good choice coming in today.  She was wheezing.  She has bronchiolitist... ugh!!!!  So the doc sent us home with some prescriptions and told us to give her plenty of liquids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to see how mother's intuition kicks in.  Even though Linda just had a runny nose and cough, no fever and still had energy to play, I just didn't feel that her breathing was quite right.  I hate the situation but I'm glad to see I actually have the knack for being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping for a peaceful night.  Bill is just getting over a sinus thing.  My sinuses are clogged up.  And, the last couple of nights have been horrible for Linda.  I've got to tell you Bill was a trooper last night.  It was the worst for Linda.  She could not get comfortable.  Bill was there to calm her down while I tried to unclogged my sinuses and get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned is that if you need a good liquid for your kid to drink/eat, chicken broth works great.  I think between the first dose of medication and the broth, it gave Linda a good sneeze that was a real mess.  But she was breathing better after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-8212951353049166839?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/8212951353049166839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=8212951353049166839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8212951353049166839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/8212951353049166839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/02/chicken-broth-for-sick.html' title='Chicken Broth for the Sick'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09771403011650058434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-9187426540459794935</id><published>2007-02-11T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:50.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda Flying</title><content type='html'>Linda is really getting into her Tigger plane.  We took it outside on Saturday and let her ride in the driveway.  It is one of those push toys. Linda's legs are just long enough for her to move it.  Since we have a slight slope in the driveway we discovered that Linda likes to move forward towards the garage and then roll backwards to be caught by one of us. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rc-mC4fG0yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WLed_NvzFpo/s1600-h/Linda_Plane_WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rc-mC4fG0yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WLed_NvzFpo/s320/Linda_Plane_WEB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030421877248938786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rc-o1ofG0zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZxsjzTjTZ14/s1600-h/Linda_Plane2_Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rc-o1ofG0zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZxsjzTjTZ14/s320/Linda_Plane2_Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030424948150555442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did have an incident where she went forward into the lawn and do a tumble.  It was quite entertaining as she went forward and over.  Like a trouper, she was having so much fun she forgot to cry and got right back on for some more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-9187426540459794935?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/9187426540459794935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=9187426540459794935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/9187426540459794935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/9187426540459794935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/02/linda-flying.html' title='Linda Flying'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rc-mC4fG0yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WLed_NvzFpo/s72-c/Linda_Plane_WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-1313672370308100277</id><published>2007-01-29T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:50.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No!  And you Thought Bill Would be the Corruptor!</title><content type='html'>Well, after dinner I finished cleaning up.  Yeah, like a good husband I do the dishes.  Anyways, I wander into the family room and what do I find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rb7Sh4PsW9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/B8gcLSgEov4/s1600-h/Mel_Linda_atComputer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rb7Sh4PsW9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/B8gcLSgEov4/s320/Mel_Linda_atComputer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025685713667775442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought the geek, myself, would be the first to start the kid on computers!  As I find out Linda likes to crawl into Mel's lap when Mel is checking email and reading the news.  Who knows what else she is browsing!  I guess it is all downhill from here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I understand it, Linda likes to look at pictures, so when Mel cruises over to blogs, Linda looks at the pictures that are posted.  Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-1313672370308100277?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/1313672370308100277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=1313672370308100277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1313672370308100277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/1313672370308100277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-no-and-you-thought-bill-would-be.html' title='Oh No!  And you Thought Bill Would be the Corruptor!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rb7Sh4PsW9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/B8gcLSgEov4/s72-c/Mel_Linda_atComputer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-3206316572794275974</id><published>2007-01-28T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:48:51.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball is Only a Couple Of Months Away....</title><content type='html'>So, leave it to Mel to get Linda, and me, to a baseball event.  Today we went to Petco Park to visit the stadium and have some fun as it was Friar's Fest.  Yeah, Mel is the Dodgers fan, but when it comes to baseball she is willing to do almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rb1HKIPsW8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jSyQiRRaOMg/s1600-h/Linda_Mel_Petco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rb1HKIPsW8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jSyQiRRaOMg/s320/Linda_Mel_Petco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025250998552910786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we didn't care to get autographs, but we did "walk the bases" with Linda and  visit the  team store and wander the stadium.    After lunch we  visited the Park at the Park and let  Linda run around on the grass.    We all had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, Linda wanted to push her own stroller, so away she went!  This is her new favorite pastime.  It is quite cute.  It does slow us down a bit, but that is a small price to pay to tire out a youngster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4428269842049525493&amp;amp;hl=en" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" align="middle"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-3206316572794275974?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/3206316572794275974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=3206316572794275974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3206316572794275974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/3206316572794275974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/baseball-is-only-couple-of-months-away.html' title='Baseball is Only a Couple Of Months Away....'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sd_YbnjbUY4/Rb1HKIPsW8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jSyQiRRaOMg/s72-c/Linda_Mel_Petco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116872587226507095</id><published>2007-01-13T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:08:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/1600/877922/Linda%20Stroller%20sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/320/690654/Linda%20Stroller%20sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/1600/653591/Linda%20Box%202sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/320/246728/Linda%20Box%202sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/1600/701331/Linda%20box%201sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/320/750703/Linda%20box%201sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/1600/213247/Bill%20and%20Linda%20sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/320/329384/Bill%20and%20Linda%20sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116872587226507095?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116872587226507095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116872587226507095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116872587226507095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116872587226507095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-promised.html' title='As Promised...'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116845079330445672</id><published>2007-01-10T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:38:31.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>I’m not a very mushy person by nature. I’m not one for writing love letters. I know Bill and I were very happy to be able to celebrate Linda’s first birthday together. It was all I could think about for awhile after we received our referral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t tell you how happy we are that we got to experience some of Linda’s baby stage. There are so many transitions that Linda has gone through. We are seeing her change from a baby to a toddler right before our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Linda is now 13 months old. She is walking more than crawling around the house. She has fun at the playground now and even goes to her favorite (play) bus at the park and gets to the steering wheel by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda is staring to mimic us. She likes to brush her hair and teeth and wants to put her socks on all by herself (of course she has a way to go on that but what an effort).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the doctor yesterday for Linda’s 13 month visit. Linda is doing very well. She is 31” tall and 22.4lbs. She is above average for all the groups. The doctor was very please to see her walking so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say this quite a bit, but it’s just amazing the changes that we see everyday in her. There is always something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t worry pictures will follow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just finish this post by saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda, mommy and daddy love you very much!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116845079330445672?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116845079330445672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116845079330445672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116845079330445672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116845079330445672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/lindas-first-birthday.html' title='Linda&apos;s First Birthday'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116845059325113683</id><published>2007-01-10T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:36:33.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decmeber, Birthday and Holidays... Oh my!!!</title><content type='html'>Well we made it through our first December.  I can see now that December will always be a busy month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we start off with Linda’s birthday.  It landed on a Saturday this year so it was an all-weekend event.  Bubby came in for a long weekend and even got to baby sit on Friday night so Bill and I could go to Bill’s Company Holiday Party.  We had a nice evening and Bubby did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda’s birthday party was on Sunday.  Zadie came in early Sunday morning for the festivities.  We had Linda’s friends (and their parents of course) come over for a morning party.  It was suppose to be at a local park but the weather did not hold up so it was at our house.  Linda had a great time.  (Pictures to follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Chanukah.  We had Lisa and Anton over for some playtime, potato latkes and jelly donuts.  We also went to Jarrah’s house for some potato latkes and fun play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last was our trip to Lake Havasu City to visit Grandpa and Grandma Ellen for a long weekend.  We had a great time.  Linda loved to explore the house.  She did a lot more walking.  Linda has also decided that she wants to brush her hair, her teeth and feed herself now.  Wow, everyday is a new change in her.  She is growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa gave her a little truck to play with at the house and she loved it.  She would push it around and made a funny vroom vroom noise.  It was cute to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s Eve was pretty quiet.  Linda stayed up till 8:15pm…. Wow!  With Bill’s job, it’s not very often that we get to spend New Years together at home so we really enjoyed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now.  Have a Happy New Year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116845059325113683?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116845059325113683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116845059325113683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116845059325113683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116845059325113683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2007/01/decmeber-birthday-and-holidays-oh-my.html' title='Decmeber, Birthday and Holidays... Oh my!!!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116512618864699903</id><published>2006-12-02T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:20:27.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCC Holiday Picnic, 12/3/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been some time since we’ve posted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You might say that I have been busy, but the real busy one is Melissa!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being a full-time mom sure takes its toll and Mel is handling it like a champ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep up the good work, babe!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we went to the FCC (Families with Children from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;) &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Holiday&lt;/st1:place&gt; picnic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The weather was awesome and we got to see friends that we haven’t seen in some time and meet new people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a blast to see Jinji, the new addition to Mary and Bill’s family. They’ve only been home two weeks!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jarrah was there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is a bundle of energy to say the least.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All in all, we had a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/1600/725240/FCCHoliday_BillwL%26J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/320/905571/FCCHoliday_BillwL%26J.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here we have Bill playing his part as the "baby whisperer".  He has his hands full with Linda and Jinji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/1600/697979/FCCHoliday_12_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/320/999290/FCCHoliday_12_06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the newcomers to the FCC.  Jinji is the newest addition.  On the Mel's left is Molly.  She came home the same time Linda did!  Oh, and the young lady on the left in the picture is 15 years old, if I remember.  As you can tell some of these children have been adopted years ago and they still participate in this group.  Just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linda is progressing very well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She so wants to walk it will occur any time now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She barely holds onto your fingers while she walks and I believe she is using it as a safety net as she is not too sure of the balance thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have witnessed her testing the waters of standing without assistance and there have been a couple of steps in there too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One day soon she will just motor right on off and bonk her head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can see it happening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has done some minor bonking so far, but the big one is to come!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/1600/349688/FCCHoliday_LindaMakingFrien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/320/990208/FCCHoliday_LindaMakingFrien.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linda making friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teething.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the other major event happening right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday evening she woke up wailing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was not pretty and we ended up giving her some Tylenol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure enough, there is another tooth coming in up front and something tells me there are a couple of others right behind that one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She learned that the frozen chew toy is a good thing, though she does not use it for long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are pretty sure her first word was “dog”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She gets excited if she sees one on T.V. or when Amber comes around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She points and utters what sounds to be “dog”!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of these days she will get that Mommy and Daddy thing down, but we figure that will come soon enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t say, “no”, but she does shake her head when no is implied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing how fast that one is learned!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You all have a good time and I hope to write more soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know, more pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m getting there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116512618864699903?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116512618864699903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116512618864699903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116512618864699903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116512618864699903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/12/fcc-holiday-picnic-1232006.html' title='FCC Holiday Picnic, 12/3/2006'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116456983426615212</id><published>2006-11-26T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:11:17.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/1600/310282/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5386/1274/320/819401/disney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the Sunday after Thanksgiving and we have a lot to be thankful for. We have our health, our happiness, our family, our friends and most of all Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a little over two months since we have met Linda and just about two months since we have been home. I can say there have definitely been a lot of changes in Linda in only two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we met Linda she already had a great personality. Linda could sit up straight, but you had to put her in that position. She would roll around or scoot backwards to get to places. And she never had any solid food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she can sit up on her own from a laying down position. She can crawl very smoothly and even get up and down the little step we have going into the family room. She can pull herself up to a standing position from anywhere she can hold onto (including my bra strap :-)) and walk while holding onto things. She can even take a few steps on her own. I give it another week or two before she’s completely walking on her own… Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda is playing with blocks and putting them through holes and into slots they belong to. She is eating very well (I let her eat lunch with her hands).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing of all is that she knows who mommy and daddy are. She even knows who she is… she’ll show you by pointing at her belly. Hey if she really likes you, she’ll show you her belly by pulling her shirt up. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course her great personality is still there and even better. Linda has a sweet disposition. She doesn’t fuss much. She whines a little when she’s out of sorts. Now it’s hard to tell if she’s whining because she’s teething or has an ear infection. That happened to us recently. I thought she was teething on a Friday because she was in a bad mood. She had no fever and not tugging on anything. But Sunday she was in a great mood but all this stuff was coming out of her ears. We ran her to the doctor and she still had no fever… just an infection. She’s better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say life as parents is very different than without children. You’re on schedules and you are drained by the end of the day. It’s a good drained, but drained. I sleep well at night now. Bill is great with Linda. He seems to know exactly what kind of playtime Linda wants at what time. Linda loves when he plays with her in the car seat and makes funny sounds. Linda also like when dad dries her off after a bath. And she loves when he carries her places. Bill is also great to me. He gives me the breathing time I need when he comes home so I can deflate before I make dinner. Bill is a great dad and husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just finish by saying we had a great Thanksgiving at our friends Mary, Bill and Jinji. Yes their family made a nice dinner for them the day after they came home from China and we got to participate. Jinji is a great baby and I hope Linda and Jinji become life long friends like their parents have become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116456983426615212?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116456983426615212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116456983426615212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116456983426615212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116456983426615212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116389296202529687</id><published>2006-11-18T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T15:36:02.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!  Oh we are so bad!</title><content type='html'>We have been soooooo bad at posting lately.  Please forgive us.  You might guess at how difficult it is to raise a child and keep everything else running smoothly.  I must say that Mel has been doing an awesome job of mommy.  I commend my beautiful wife for doing such a fine job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of weeks we have been quite busy.  Last Monday Linda had her first visit  to the  Happiest Place on Earth:  Disneyland!  I had to work, yeah, touch life, and I brought Mel and Linda with me.  It was very convenient as we also had a trip to LA to visit Mel's family.  Linda had a great time.  We hit It's a Small World and I never saw a kids eyes pop out as we floated through the show.  She swayed with the music and clapped her hands.  We also visited the Tiki Room.  Oh, that was just as fun.  She sure enjoyed the drummer dudes.  We wandered around the park a bit and then we had to head out.  No we did not try other rides as it was her first time and we did not want to over stimulate the little munchkin.  That night Linda slept like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily routine I will leave to the hard worker of the family, but I will say that it is one busy schedule.  My duties start when I get home from work.  I just keep Linda busy and distracted until bed time!  She is so close to walking it is scary.  She holds your fingers and takes off.  Once she has that self balance thing going we will not get any rest!  In any case even though there are some frustrating moments, it has been a joy to have Linda around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures when I get them processed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116389296202529687?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116389296202529687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116389296202529687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116389296202529687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116389296202529687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/11/update-oh-we-are-so-bad.html' title='Update!  Oh we are so bad!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116277104291409810</id><published>2006-11-05T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:57:22.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_Toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_Toy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We’ve been a little busy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No really, we’ve been a little busy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know you don’t believe us, but we maintain that we’ve been a little busy.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As an update, Linda visited the doctor and got a clean bill of health on the second visit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has gained 2 pounds and though they said she has not grown, we think she has added an inch or two to her height.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_Mobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_Mobile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I’m at work, who knows what Mel and Linda have been up to, but I’m sure it is no good!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;;-)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually Mel has been a terrific Mom as I get home and Linda is pretty much wiped out from the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, that kid sure has a bunch of energy because I’m worn out from playing with Linda after I’m home!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel has visited friends, going to play groups, and taking Linda to the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They go on walks, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda is getting better at being left alone, but the play pen (Pack N Play) is still not high on Linda’s “fun list”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is only in that when Mel needs to get something done and doesn’t need Linda getting into trouble, e.g. shower time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since the last post, we had a good Halloween.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No pictures from that day as we did not do much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A Tuesday night is not great for Halloween.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We just went to a birthday party yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks Joy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_Mobile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_Mobile2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One exciting moment last week was when I received a call from Mel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was meeting with an electrician and Mel calls sounding serious, but with a sense of excitement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel was sitting in the office, the doorway is about 8 feet from Linda’s room, and tells Linda to come on down if she likes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next think she knows, there’s Linda’s head poking around the corner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the first time Linda has ventured down the hall on her own!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is her first time doing the full on crawl, too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My thoughts: “Uh oh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re in trouble now!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda has gone mobile!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today we took a couple of pictures as she made her way towards the living room!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Double Uh Oh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at the point where we needed to add the glass doors to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_StereoCabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_StereoCabinet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the stereo cabinet for obvious reasons.  Here I caught Linda contemplating how to get past this little obstacle.  Hmmmm?  BTW, pull those pants up!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_StereoCabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s all for now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to go for a walk and let the dog stretch her paws.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116277104291409810?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116277104291409810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116277104291409810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116277104291409810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116277104291409810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/11/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116157457285695659</id><published>2006-10-22T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:36:12.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Week</title><content type='html'>Well this was the first week of Bill back at work and me alone with Linda.  She took pretty well to Bill leaving for work.  It really didn’t faze her.  But when Bill came home in the evening, you could see the look of relief on her face like, “Wow he came back, now let’s rough-house”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you that it’s amazing the feelings you go through in a day.  Part of you feels like &lt;em&gt;am I doing enough with Linda, how many times should I repeat that the block is a red circle or is she getting enough exercise&lt;/em&gt;.  The other part is thinking &lt;em&gt;Oh my gosh, it’s already 5pm and I need to give Linda dinner&lt;/em&gt;.  But it all works itself out in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have figured out a pattern with Linda.  She is somewhat independent in the mornings.  So that means we can take showers and leave her in the “Pack n Play” with some toys and she is self entertaining.  I can also do some light cleaning while she is playing with her blocks and other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoons she is needy.  You need to be in the same room with her and at times on the floor with her.  So that’s when we play catch with her first baseball or her talking blocks and of course other toys.  This seems to be an easy pattern to work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda is better at her naps.  She naps for about 45mins in the morning and about 1½hrs in the afternoon.  I think this also helps getting her down in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday Linda’s Bubby (Grandma) came down for a long weekend.  This is the first time they have met.  It was pretty much love at first sight.  We meet Bubby at the train station and at first Linda gave her the cold stare (this is pretty common) and then looked at me.  I gave Linda the okay to be curious nod and said to Linda, “Isn’t this exciting?”  When you say that, she does this little shake and puts her fists into the air.  It’s really cute.  Bubby had a good laugh at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we like any good women (and baby girls) do, we went shopping.  Mom needed a new pair of tennis shoes.  So off to Nordy’s we went.  We had a nice lunch there and Linda showed off her great “sitting in restaurants” routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda had a great time playing and singing with her bubby.  It was nice for me between the great basket under Linda’s stroller and bubby pushing the stroller.  I had my hands free for the first time in a month… Wow!!!  Bubby was a great help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the week, Zayde (grandpa) came to meet Linda and pick up bubby.  We had a nice visit.  Linda had a great time.  She didn’t get fussy through the picture taking stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s it for now.  Pictures of the visit will come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116157457285695659?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116157457285695659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116157457285695659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116157457285695659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116157457285695659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-week.html' title='The First Week'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116144716257040817</id><published>2006-10-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:11:50.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Post!  Many Faces of Linda</title><content type='html'>This is a sample of the many faces of Linda.  I think this will become a project of mine.  It is sooooo damn cool!  Mel is loving every bit of it, too!  Here you go&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/MF_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/MF_12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116144716257040817?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116144716257040817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116144716257040817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116144716257040817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116144716257040817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/10/special-post-many-faces-of-linda.html' title='Special Post!  Many Faces of Linda'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116144505857042078</id><published>2006-10-21T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T08:37:38.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bates Nut Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One thing nice about having Linda this time of year is the fun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ran off to Bates Nut farm with our friends Cory and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lena&lt;/st1:place&gt; to find pumpkins!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were wondering if it was going to be a good day or not (I am a week behind on this blog!) as it was raining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our day started with hair appointments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel was due and I had 3 or 4 that were getting out of hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was also our chance to show Linda off to our hair dresser.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As it turns out Linda enjoys our excursions and she is so good when we do these.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fun and excitement of the salon did not over stimulate Linda and she would wave to patrons and workers as they walked by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since we had planned on going to the farm I kept close eye on the weather.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure enough I looked outside and it was pouring!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uh oh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda enjoyed watching the rain fall and the drops hit the puddles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I could think is, “Oh well, maybe next year.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Bates_FamilyWB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Bates_FamilyWB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the hair appointment, we decided to head to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;North&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;County&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; anyways and at least pay a visit to C &amp; L.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Weather still did not look good and it rained as we approached their exit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;EEERRRRGH.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hung out and Linda displayed her cuteness as always once she settles into a new place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided if we can’t go to the pumpkin patch, we would go to one of them parking lot patches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You might have guessed we were determined to come home with a pumpkin!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, off to lunch we went and our search for Mr. Pumpkin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Bates_Pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Bates_Pumpkins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our drive to a patch that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lena&lt;/st1:place&gt; had found online was uneventful until we approached the patch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pumpkins!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sign said so!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We drove by and our hearts sang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The place was pretty much cleared out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was pushing 2pm and we did not want to make a long day of it, but at this point we bit the bullet and headed to Bates anyways!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cold, but the rain did not get us!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linda had a field day at Bates Nut Farm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No pun intended.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since the ground was still damp we decided to forgo the stroller and use the Bjorn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel took the weight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we walked by the animal rides and petting corral, Linda was so happy she could not contain herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was laughing and giggling everywhere we went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We quickly found a wheel barrow and headed into the fields for the right pumpkin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took a bit, but Cory and I found a nice 32 pounder with our name on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also picked up a couple of smaller ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;FYI, 32 pounds is 25 pounds lighter than the pumpkin Mel and I scored last year, but as we had an extra 20 pounds to carry around with us, the trade off was fine for us!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Bates_WB_OhMy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Bates_WB_OhMy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After more laughing and giggling, we headed back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did pretty good as we arrived home about an hour later than expected and it did not take much to get Linda fed and cleaned up for bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are so glad we made the effort to go to the farm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was well worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks C &amp; L!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now let’s hope I don’t fall so far behind on the blog! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS- We enjoyed our Sunday at Dante’s 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda had a good time and I think she learned some lessons from some of the “elders”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daddy’s first week back at work &amp;amp; Bubby's visit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116144505857042078?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116144505857042078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116144505857042078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116144505857042078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116144505857042078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/10/bates-nut-farm.html' title='Bates Nut Farm'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116053909855995930</id><published>2006-10-10T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:39:58.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As the Child Develops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Table2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Table2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last couple of days have been fun and exhausting with the emphasis on the fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda has begun to take to our new sleep routine even though she whines and cries a bit when we put her in her crib.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The difficult part is putting her down for naps; we haven’t been able to!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of her naps come while we are out doing errands and meeting people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The day is the most difficult to get into a routine, but it will come soon as I go back to work on Monday and Mel will need to keep her sanity so a schedule will be had.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Table1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Table1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have worked on leaving Linda on the floor while we do some chores.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She whines a bit and cries, but in most circumstances she is faking it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She even has the fake tears down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know she is testing the waters because as soon as you poke your head around the corner she stops and has a big grin on her face!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have also started doing this with the Pack n’ Play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is for those days when either Mel or I have to do something and don’t want Linda running, crawling, rolling around. We know that it will be soon when we cannot use the PnP, but we will while we have it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doing these things with an adopted child is actually quite disturbing to us adults as we try to be sensitive to the fact the poor thing was abandoned, grew up in one place, and has been displaced from there to a new environment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are doing the slow route which seems to be working.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully by next week Linda will be more comfortable with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday our friends Bill and Mary visited us and we hit the La Mesa Octoberfest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda needed a good drinking party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, um, well, um, oh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NOT!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here it is a big street faire with some music and, yes, a beer garden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We walked around and spent almost 3 hours there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bill took the record for stranger attempting to hold Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I forget how long, but it sure beat the 15 seconds for most strangers!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday Linda got to meet and play with her new friend Jarrah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A slow start ended in quite a good time for all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We think that this time with Jarrah and her Mom, Sam, helped Linda realize that all is good and the toys we have are actually fun and useful, and that life is not just playing with mommy and daddy and running crazy errands!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Standing_mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Standing_mouth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today Linda was perky and very loving and alert.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She woke up on the “right side of the bed”!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did not cry and whine when she woke up like usual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The norm has been quite a bit of crying/wailing which indicated to us that she was up for good, while some of the cries and whimpers&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;during the night are something else because she goes back to sleep or has never really awoken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took advantage of the peaceful wake-up by getting Linda before the crying started, thus allowing Mel to catch a few more winks, snores, or whatever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything she did today was just so darned cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best was when she was standing at her table toy and swaying to the music!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Standing_singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Standing_singing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also visited my work today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What an impression Linda made on them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was so well behaved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She showed her serious side upon meeting the folks and showed her cute, adorable, happy side the rest of the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No fussing except when she was held by others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The longest was maybe 15 seconds before the arms stretched out to Mel or me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bill, you still hold the record for the longest hold by a stranger!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the end of the visit she had so much fun and excitement she fell asleep in Mel’s arms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda’s favorite pastime is showing people how well she stands and attempts to walk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She could do this all day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course our old backs would never hold out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all it was a wonderful day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She ate more than normal and at the same time missed one bottle feeding, and she did not complain!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course this will not become a habit until after 12 months, but it was a good sign that she does not depend on the bottle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bed time was a little rough, but she went down after Mel made a second appearance to calm her crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good night!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116053909855995930?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116053909855995930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116053909855995930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116053909855995930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116053909855995930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-child-develops.html' title='As the Child Develops'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116019414502916657</id><published>2006-10-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:14:44.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playgroup Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/AC_Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/AC_Family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleep update (probably the last unless we really have something to say):&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, Linda slept through the night!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She woke up just before 7am and I went in to get her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the second time this week, Linda and I joined Mom in bed to wake her up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is so fun!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we headed off to Linda’s first playgroup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided that it would be a good thing to get out and have some fun with other kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The park we went to was very nice and we met up with Anton and Dante, future friends of Linda and children of families we have met over the last year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a good time as it was Linda’s debut.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda enjoyed her time on the swing and really enjoyed “showing off” her standing abilities and desire to walk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was not too sure of the sand, but that was not a hindrance to fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mel and I have noticed that when Linda first meets people she is in a pseudo-zombie mode.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/AC_LindaStandBlue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/AC_LindaStandBlue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quite interesting and in a way nice to know she doesn’t run to just anyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she warms to others she begins to show her playful side and that cute smile of hers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we do these outings we are more aware of how she has attached to us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knows who mommy and daddy are and she does not let us out of her sight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is also cute how she has learned to wave with those tiny little hands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we tried a repeat of last night because Mel needs her sushi!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we placed an order to go and when it came time to pick up the food Mel decided to go and see what happens as last night Linda did a mild meltdown when Mel left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight we had no issues whatsoever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The humorous part of the exercise was when Mel returned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda started to whine until Mel came into the room to say hi!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wacky!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than that we had a good day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/AC_LindaStand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/AC_LindaStand2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Linda hangin' out!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/AC_LindaStand3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/AC_LindaStand3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am I cool or what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/AC_LindaStand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/AC_LindaStand1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can do it, I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/AC_LindaSwing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/AC_LindaSwing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This swinging stuff is fun, now where does my arm go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116019414502916657?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116019414502916657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116019414502916657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116019414502916657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116019414502916657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/10/playgroup-day.html' title='Playgroup Day'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116011050479379486</id><published>2006-10-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T15:12:58.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over-tired &amp; Attachment &amp; Feeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Linda slept most of the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did have one wakeup incident at about 2:30am, but it was minor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just a little encouragement and a couple of minutes comforting and she was out again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I woke up at about 7:00am to make sure we stay on our schedule.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we decided to start Linda on real food so we can get her up to speed with others of her own age.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is still on formula and the doctor agreed that we can start easing her into the food world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also Linda needs to learn to feed herself, so we need to work on the finger pinching and of course “food play”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is doing pretty well with the veggie puffs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She either grabs them or uses her index finger and thumb depending on what neurons are firing in that little head of hers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In either case she gets it to her mouth just fine, but once there the firing combination does not say, “Release”, so she sometimes just nibbles at what is visible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There have been a number of successes though, and this evening she actually downed at least 8 of them little suckers without our intervention.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were too busy eating our own dinner!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lunch was fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We gave her some mashed potatoes I whipped up the night before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Yes, I can cook and can’t wait to grill up a nice Tri Tip for her!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With spoon in hand Linda had a field day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of the food actually made it to her mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the morning I let her play with a spoon I was using to feed her cantaloupe and she simulated eating and digging with the wrong end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At lunch she was holding the spoon the correct way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She will need some practice on the shoveling and stuffing in mouth part, but she seems to have the drum and fling parts down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a blast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the first time I think she was able to play with food and it wasn’t too bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a hosing down, she was good as new.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it was more of a wipe down, but you get the picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We did get to the park today. Jackson Park is just around the corner from us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda actually seemed to enjoy the swing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kids like swings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also enjoyed the attempts at walking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a fun game we play, but it sure is hard on daddy’s back!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I swear this little kid will be walking pretty soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we can only get her to sit up on her own we will be on to something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Adopted children seem to have this issue and may never crawl, so one day she may just pull herself up and take off!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This evening was pretty interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually it occurred throughout the day; Linda did not like being in a room alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would whine and cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A little regression from the last couple of days it appears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This evening a neighbor stopped by and dropped off a card for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After he left, Mel ran out to pick up our dinner from the Mexican place just up the street from us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(She was craving cheese enchiladas which are hard to come by in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as she was out the door Linda started to whine and cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was sitting in my lap and we were “reading” a book when this occurred.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was amazed that she even knew that Mel was gone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to pick her up and walk around with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew she wasn’t hungry since we had just finished feeding her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was at a loss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The carrying seemed to help the most.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Playing did not do much whatsoever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are going to keep and eye on this behavior and see if it is something we are encouraging or if she is “using” it to gather more attention.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course it is too early to tell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It may be due to being a bit tired as we continue to “force” the schedule on her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for tired, we are attempting to keep that schedule and tonight we started a routine of slow down a bit, bottle, PJs, a book reading, and soft snuggle time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our target is to put her down by 7:30pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today Linda had her two naps, but they were very short.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This may be the cause of the tired and cranky stage of the evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, we started the routine and it was going pretty good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She got all happy and playful after getting her PJs on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, this is partly our fault as she was like that in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but tonight we “ignored” her attempts at “hard” play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reading the book, Goodnight Moon, is a challenge as she wants to hold and play with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once complete, we sat on either side of her on the couch and told her how much we loved her and just let her roll and tumble around us a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did not encourage any play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just before 7:30pm we picked her up and told her, “Night night time.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We placed her in the crib and she whined a bit with a bit of a fake cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did the customary rolling around with the whine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(No cheese with it, though.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stepped back and sat on the floor after saying goodnight and see you in the morning; Amber came in and sat next to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel took the lead of a couple more soft caresses and a final “I love you” and stepped back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a couple of minutes, Linda was quiet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I moved out of the room and Mel was right behind me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So far so good, so cross your fingers we have a full nights sleep!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An exhausting day for us all and tomorrow will be just as fun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS- No we have not taken more pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been work enough trying to keep our lives going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I plan on taking some pictures over the next couple of days as we begin to do a bit more outings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116011050479379486?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116011050479379486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116011050479379486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116011050479379486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116011050479379486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/10/over-tired-attachment-feeding.html' title='Over-tired &amp; Attachment &amp; Feeding'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-116001993497960887</id><published>2006-10-04T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:16:14.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor’s Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sleep update:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All night!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;7:30pm to 6:30am!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s two nights in a row now.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all have been through the first doctor visit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those who have adopted know that the first doctor’s visit also can be quite and experience for these little ones, especially when they have procedures that are normally conducted on newborns!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was Linda’s first visit here in the good ole US of A.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If the quick medical exam in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was any indication, this was going to be quite interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Off we went to visit the doc!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BTW (that’s By The Way for new readers that do not know the acronyms, i.e. the old folk….), since Sunday we have not had the car seat melt down (CSMD).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was back to normal riding in the car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was asleep about half way there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we found the place we were right on time and we were called in to begin the fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For those curious, Linda is 29 ½ inches long and weighs 19lbs 4oz without clothes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yep, the first time she was weighed nekked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So far so good; she usually begins crying when the clothes start coming off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The real fun began when the doc started to check her out which meant holding her down for the ear check and such.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She began to howl when that started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did not cry during the eye testing, but she was not happy about it and would not look at the monitor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She preferred to squirm and I held her hand away from the probes stuck to her head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very high tech I'd say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not long after than came two shots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, that was just the tip of the iceberg for crying, but we knew this was going to be a fun outing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the questions were asked and the preliminary check was clean with a mild yeast infection which we are treating it was off to the next stop, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Scripps&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had to hit the lab where they drew blood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ear plugs are a must the next time we do this!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The blood work is to check and make sure there is nothing really wrong with her and to see what vaccines have been given her and to verify the Chinese immunization chart that we received.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The nurse who drew the blood was quite nice and did a good job, it was just hard work keeping Linda still and comforting her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She screamed like a banshee!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My ears continue to ring from that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We figured the rest of the day would be payback for the hell we put her through!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we left and settled in the car, Mel fed her some food and Linda quieted down quickly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was asleep when we got home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rest of the day was very boring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lunch, play, play, snack, bottle, and nap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We bought a toy that can be used sitting, standing, or kneeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda so wants to walk its quite amazing, so we got this toy that plays music and has the different shapes and textures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This seems to be the typical children’s toy of today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda does prefer paper and water bottles over these high tech gadgets, but it does humor her enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After dinner we were sitting at this toy Linda pulled herself up twice from my lap to a standing position while I steadied the toy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She could not do it while sitting on the floor, but she sure did give it a try.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are easing her into real people food now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have some of the Gerber’s stage 3 foods which are a bit chunkier than the other ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She likes them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She does not eat a whole lot, but at least she will eat it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We plan on trying other foods that we will eat ourselves and cut into small pieces for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon we will be working on getting her to feed herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will take time, though, as she has never done this before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She will make the attempts with veggie puffs and at times succeed, but in general she is helpless right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like I said, it shouldn’t take too long and the mess will begin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amber, the doggie, can’t wait for this stage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talk about a feeding frenzy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I joked to a neighbor I am about ready to Teflon coat the walls and floors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now Linda is asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We still are trying to find the best method of putting the little one down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any suggestions would be quite helpful!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a feeling she will not sleep through tonight, but that is alright, it was quite a traumatic day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Costco!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good Night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-116001993497960887?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/116001993497960887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=116001993497960887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116001993497960887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/116001993497960887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/10/doctors-visit.html' title='The Doctor’s Visit'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115993753618406323</id><published>2006-10-03T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:59:15.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Days Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s good to be home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How have we faired these first couple of days?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me count the hours of missed sleep!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll recap the first 3 nights as our little Linda still is adjusting to Pacific Daylight Time.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Midnight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wake up! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Linda woke up at approximately 12 midnight and would be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was very playful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it’s 3pm in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, so it made sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first night she was up for about an hour as we decided we would take turns if she went longer; Mel stayed with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They played a bit and Linda rolled on the floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Away from Mel, back to Mel, away from Mel, and back again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eventually she nodded off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Night two was even better, as she woke up at 12 midnight once again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time she was up for 2 hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time we both played with her on the floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We just went with the flow as nothing seemed to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once back to sleep she was out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On night three she was up at, you guessed it, 12 midnight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time she must have been frightened of something or just plain did not know where she was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did not want to have anything to do with me this time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very interesting it was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this case Mel got the honors of holding her and we all ended up in the living room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel played with her on the couch and I sat and read a book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did all the “errands” of the evening; if something was needed, I fetched it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It worked out very well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two and a half hours later she was asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we discussed, the weekend was “over” and it was time to get the kid on a schedule that matched our time zone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did the honors of waking Linda up at 7am Monday morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yep, that was the morning after 2 ½ hours of Linda time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda did not really know what was happening and actually woke up pretty well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was tired and just a bit out of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll elaborate on the days in a bit, but what we did on Monday worked pretty well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Other than a 9pm phone call that woke her up, she slept the whole night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today I woke her at just before 7am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hope she makes it tonight, too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for our days together, Linda has been a little princess except for Sunday afternoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was the most traumatic day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We set off to the mall to pick up a couple of items.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A “quick” trip and figured that Linda did well in the morning riding in the car seat in the back seat alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is also the second time in her new stroller.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All was going well until we got back to the car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She lost it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She began to bawl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, can this girl let loose with the screams.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since it was only a couple of minutes drive to get home we went for it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, she cried so hard and loud she puked right at the end!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMG it was amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once home and walked around, she calmed down and was good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fast forward to today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No problem in the car seat or stroller!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know what set her off that time, but we are going to do the couple of days with someone in the back with her and then to the alone ride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need this because Mel will have to do errands while I am at work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hope to change her from rear facing to forward facing soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are doing the recommendation of rear facing for children younger than 12 months, but I think we will change sooner as she is a bigger baby and seems to have decent muscle control.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found it quite interesting to watch Linda develop from Friday’s arrival through today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was unsure about the house and the people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saturday she was a bit more comfortable, but we could not leave the room without her whining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sunday, other than the above experience, she was more comfortable with the house and the fact that we were not going anywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We could leave her with some toys and leave the room, but not stray too far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Monday and today we were able to leave her with the toys and leave the room and go to another room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would put out a screech at times, and then laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also likes it when we come out from around a corner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She puts on this great big grin and sometimes adds a giggle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Out in public she is wary of her surroundings as expected and also of strangers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met neighbors down the street and she went into that blank stare mode, yet she would respond positively towards me or Mel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We let the lady hold her and within a minute Linda was turning around reaching for one of us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You might say we are experiencing good bonding mojo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda responds to either of us equally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could be holding her and then she would reach for mom, and then vise versa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than our time change issues and lack of sleep, we are doing pretty darn well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We think we may accept casseroles beginning Thursday. (Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s hope for a peaceful night tonight!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115993753618406323?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115993753618406323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115993753618406323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115993753618406323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115993753618406323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-days-home.html' title='The First Days Home'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115967960294430392</id><published>2006-09-30T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:49:11.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Gallery of Homecoming</title><content type='html'>We made it through our first night home without too much of a problem  Linda fell asleep about 8pm last night.  She was so uneasy about the whole transplant thing, but she finally fell asleep.  At around midnight she started to fuss (love the baby monitor!) so we checked on her.  She did fall asleep without a bottle, so we knew she had to be hungry; we fed her.  Mel and I discussed the plan and she took the first shift and I went back to bed.  We both thought that she may be on China-time, so we expected some oddities in hours.  The next thing I know is I am up about 8am with Mel sleeping and no sounds from the baby's room.  Wow!  Linda woke up at about 9am this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good.  Linda was quite relieved that we were still here and not much has changed.  I had her fed and diaper changed while Mel slept away the morning.  At about 10:30 Linda and I decided to wake mom up, so off to the bedroom.  Linda and I sat down and watched Mel sleep which was too much for Linda; she started to laugh!  Mel woke up with a smile as dad and Linda were right there .  Mel told me that they were up for about an hour before Linda nodded off again.  Now that was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a gallery of some photos taken when we came home yesterday.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Home_Airport1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Home_Airport1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived quite tired, but still vertical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Home_AirportWalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Home_AirportWalk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me go!  Let me go!  Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Home_AirportMel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Home_AirportMel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow it's bright here!  Where the heck am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Home_Home1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Home_Home1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just out of the car where she fell asleep.  I know I will be wasting a lot of gas in the future to make her sleep.  This is also her first sight of the dog, Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Home_Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Home_Dog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still not sure of the dog, nor is Amber sure about the kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Home_What.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Home_What.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Send your own caption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115967960294430392?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115967960294430392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115967960294430392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115967960294430392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115967960294430392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-gallery-of-homecoming.html' title='Picture Gallery of Homecoming'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115959285644269163</id><published>2006-09-29T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:55:54.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Go Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Today was a big day in Linda’s life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time to head to her permanent home with Mel and myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From our last post you know we had a little issue getting Linda down and the night was pretty uneventful until about 4:00am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She became a little whiny so I got up and talked with her and stroked her hair to sleep the last half hour or so before real wake-up time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to do as much as possible so Mel could sleep as much as possible since her cold made it difficult for her to sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Now that is one run-on sentence!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got up at 4:45am as our check-on bags had to be outside at 6am and we were on the bus by 7am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I checked out, returned the Panda phone, and we had breakfast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was still a bit fussy since it was a bit early.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; airport is big.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is clean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is pretty easy to get through though it would have been helpful getting there a half hour earlier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had to stand in the checking line for a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three lines and it became a little contest to see who would get through first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our single mom and her mother got stuck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some reason they could not find Grandma’s assignment in the system.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They did find it finally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Phew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all pretty much got on the plane at the last minute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/st1:place&gt; has a mighty big airport.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After arriving on Chine Southern, we had to exit and transfer to Cathay Pacific.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One family arrived to the transfer counter before the other 3.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We slackers almost got to the counter before the first family got through!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When they left the counter we gave them an ovation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel and I pulled a winner by walking to the gate when we find out later there was a train that ran there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were tired and my shoulders were hurting after carrying Linda such a long distance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What are we, nuts?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being that we were going to be on a 12 hour flight, we thought the walk was justified.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is being the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; we had to go through another security check right at the gate!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They made us toss Linda’s water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We boarded a 747-400 which was much more comfortable than the 747 we took going.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The flight was tough on Mel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She never really could sleep on planes and with the cold it complicated things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did take care of the dirty work changing Linda and getting the fixin’s together for feeding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had the easy job of sitting there and holding Linda and having Linda sleep on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some reason I was the pillow of choice and with my luck we estimated that Linda slept at least half of the trip!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talk about luck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived at LAX and got through immigration and customs without a hitch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then came the worst part of the trip; we had to stand in line for our boarding passes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This line was not overly long and it moved like molasses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On top of it there was this couple with two boys that kept pushing their cart into me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a pain, and then they left the line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go figure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We finally get through and now our flight is delayed due to weather!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We departed at 3:30pm instead of the 2:30pm scheduled flight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linda has been on 3 plane flights before this one without any issue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, our luck ran out on the commuter flight from LAX to SAN.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was asleep when we boarded the little plane and was doing fine until the engines started and the cabin was pressurized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instant wailing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, talk about the embarrassment and classic parent moment when it comes to air travel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would not suck on her sippy cup nor chew on a veggie puff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just prior to take-off she stopped and fell back to sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The flight was fine and sure enough on decent about to land she begins to wail again!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Conclusion: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no more small plane flights for her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we arrived at the gate of the commuter terminal my Dad and Ellen were there waiting along with a surprise from our friends Jack and Carol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh the picture taking session began.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was nice since we have not had time to take many pictures in the last two days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully we will be posting a few in the next couple of days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At home we finally found a little relief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a fine feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was not too sure of the whole thing though she did enjoy her first car ride in a car seat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The strangeness of the place was bothering her along with the stress of being moved once again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amber, our doggie, was taking everything in stride and came up to Linda and kissed her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say Linda did not like that one bit as it is probably the first time she ever saw a dog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the evening she was wary of Amber and when around would just stare.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think she will come around soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a nice dinner that Ellen prepared and got some food into Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dad and Ellen took off for the motel to let us settle down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda fell asleep just before 8pm and we hope will be a good night, but being in a strange house and a strange room does not bode well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We hope to get some sleep now and start a new day at home with our new family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115959285644269163?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115959285644269163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115959285644269163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115959285644269163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115959285644269163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-to-go-home.html' title='Time To Go Home'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115945221710654836</id><published>2006-09-28T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:35:09.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consulate and then Some</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What a fine night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We made it through the night without incident once again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bummer part is Linda just fell asleep 10 minutes ago: 9:15pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have to get up at 4:30am and have our bags ready by 6am tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are in soooooo much trouble as we feel Linda will not be a happy camper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This forebodes a long flight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No optimism here.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for today, we had a pretty good start, and then we saw what looked to be dried blood in her left ear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel began the concerned mother mode. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We cleaned the little bit up and did not see much else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a good breakfast and noticing that Linda was not concerned or bothered by anything, we had time before the temple trip to check a store we wanted to go visit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once outside, Linda turned her head and Mel saw the ear and almost went into panic mode.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the light it looked pretty bad and really baffled us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So much for the temple trip; we headed to the Holt office (yes, they have an office in the hotel) and told Catherine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel was obviously concerned since we fly out tomorrow, so an appointment at the clinic was quickly set up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We finished our trip to the store before the appointment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mel and I were both very concerned and continued to be baffled as there was no sign of anything at all prior to this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the clinic Linda entertained the staff and was measured and weighed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda showed them how she is trying to walk, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor was quite nice and we explained the situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had the honor of holding Linda’s head while the doc swabbed the ear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, Linda told us she was not very happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the cleanup, it turned out that Linda had a scratch that was just inside the ear, not the canal, and was a little infected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor let Mel look and he showed her how the ear was clear and clean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a relief!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can fly!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Catherine was amused on how happy Melissa was and pleased that we were able to appease her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mommy needed the extra vote of confidence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived at the hotel just in time for lunch, so we decided to head over to Lucy’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we have been informed it is one of the few places that serve “western” cuisine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda enjoyed her mashed potatoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a good time and relaxed after the morning’s ordeal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This afternoon was our trip to the US Consulate where we received Linda’s visa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The consulate office is next to the new train station and was a 30 minute bus ride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Leave it up to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; government to put a consulate office near a public transportation depot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We arrived with 57 other families to take our oath and receive visas for our daughters, and I think I saw at least one son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I watched as the others arrived, and I may be biased here, but Holt seemed to have a very well organized way of doing business.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The oath was basic swearing that we filled out all forms as truthful to our knowledge, and then we waited for our brown envelopes and passports for the little ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All was good and off we went back to the hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No pictures are available as the US Consulate does not allow cameras or phones or anything that is not essential to baby within the facility.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today turned into a no picture day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bummer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are all packed, mostly, and ready to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will get very little sleep and Mel just nodded off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will be a wild and wacky morning and one long flight back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are due in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Diego&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; sometime around 3:30 or so in the afternoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We so look forward to coming home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See you soon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BTW, we want to thank you all for you wonderful comments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were all quite helpful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will continue to blog our experiences as Linda grows and may add elaborative posts of things during the trip that we may wish to divulge after we return.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good Night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115945221710654836?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115945221710654836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115945221710654836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115945221710654836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115945221710654836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/consulate-and-then-some.html' title='Consulate and then Some'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115936544082087575</id><published>2006-09-27T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:23:02.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Day, Shopping, &amp; BBQ</title><content type='html'>Another uneventful night!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We must be lucky, and I bet that changes soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda woke up about an hour early, so I played the sneaky dad and picked her up, paced a bit, and then lay down with Linda on my chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It worked; she fell right to sleep again and squeezed another hour out of her!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Payback was not as bad as I thought it would be, but there was a little tonight as she did take a little bit to get her asleep tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, this trip isn’t too bad since we are getting some sleep.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was very “busy” as we chose to take the optional trip to the school down the road.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Guangzhou_School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Guangzhou_School.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;visited a class and those kids were sharp and quite excited to see us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade class and they have been learning English, so this was part of their study and test to see how well they did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a blast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first we were divided into sections so a family had about 7 children to ask questions and in turn be interrogated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, there were more boys than girls, but not as bad as you may think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This little session was quite interesting as the boys really liked the sports talk, either about basketball or football (soccer), and the girls were not too interested in that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both were quite good with Linda who soaked up as much attention as she could stand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we completed the classroom session the children got to show us their school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must say that it was one nice place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The classroom we started in was pretty Spartan until you notice the little computers built into the desk and the pull-up section for the monitor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their main classroom had desks very similar to what I remember and they were grouped in 4s or 5s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had the opportunity to watch the classes come out and do their mid-morning exercises.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their library was not bustling with books, but it was stocked pretty well and nicely laid out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Guangzhou_SchoolLinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Guangzhou_SchoolLinda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kids were so excited to show us the “animals”, so we trekked up the stairs, 6 levels from my count, onto the roof.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There they had plants growing and on one corner had some animals!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A monkey, a goat, an emus or ostrich (I can’t tell the difference), some chickens, and a couple of other critters I did not get a close look at.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The garden had a variety of plants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These kids get a pretty good all round education from what I could see.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before we left, two boys just had to show the swimming pool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a 3 lane pool, enclosed, and pretty well maintained.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All 3 boys claimed they could swim the length of it at what I guess to be 25 meters in length.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Phew, too bad they don’t have AC because we were sweating profusely from running up and down stairs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Guangzhou_LindaCouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Guangzhou_LindaCouch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We spent some time walking up and down some streets and doing some shopping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looks like&lt;br /&gt;we will be heading back to a couple of places since I did not have the cash on me when we went browsing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are some incredible prices to be had around here and I bet if we were able to take time and travel a bit further away from the hotel it would be much better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alas, we will have to stick with our local area do to time constraints.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We leave early Friday morning and we have a trip to a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Buddhist&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; tomorrow morning and our trip to the US Consulate for Linda’s visa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Guangzhou_LindaCouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Guangzhou_FamilyCouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Guangzhou_FamilyCouch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before dinner we had the Holt customary group photo by the red couches located in the hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We dressed Linda in a dress we acquired in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other girls were also dressed similarly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, how darling they all were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We definitely had a nice batch of children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Bias, I am.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Guangzhou_LindaHaileyMolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Guangzhou_LindaHaileyMolly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The highlight of the day was the Holt BBQ at the restaurant by the pool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here you select your choice of meat and/or vegetables to be grilled and they grill it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not a bad fair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fun was when you finished or close to finishing a wait person would swoop in and take your plate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On one occasion I had gotten up for another round and left a small plate with cantaloupe all cut up for Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel was feeding something to Linda and they swooped in and snatched the plate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to get another slice of cantaloupe for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amazing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They tried a second time, but everyone at the table stopped them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the beginning of the meal, they brought out these little dishes of steamed eggs of which we decided not to feed to Linda until we returned home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first we had two at our table as we had two children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I came back from the buffet and we had another one and I was informed they had to turn down two others!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s with the steamed eggs?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Towards the end I was finishing up my salad and I had maybe two bites left when staff came by and asked if I was finished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jeez, can’t a guy finish what’s on his plate?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as I had taken the last bite, I commented, “Now they can take my plate.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure enough, the plate vanished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amazing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This annoying sequence happened all through dinner and turned into a joke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least we enjoyed what was served.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Guangzhou_ChildrenCouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Guangzhou_ChildrenCouch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have a great day, all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can’t wait to be home!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115936544082087575?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115936544082087575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115936544082087575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115936544082087575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115936544082087575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-day-shopping-bbq.html' title='School Day, Shopping, &amp; BBQ'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115927482095285149</id><published>2006-09-26T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:11:09.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperwork, Pictures, Medical &amp; Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Linda, Linda, Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sit here with a bottle of Jack and Coke. You read that right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hit the 7-Eleven for some simple stuff and I saw this bottle of premixed Jack and Coke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve never saw that before, but I digress….  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linda had an interesting sleep last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three times she woke up with a little whiny type cry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would get up and rub her chest or stroke her hair, and once held her little hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She immediately went back to sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This told me she never really woke up fully, but was like in that half awake state.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Other than disrupting me sleep and Mel’s, who was already having a tough time with the cold, Linda had a pretty good sleep overall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was up about 5:30am which is pretty much right on schedule for her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a nice breakfast and met Susan and Jim who adopted a waiting child and you may know through the FCC.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Molly, their recent addition is very cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They also brought Hailey along, whom they adopted 4 or 5 years ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is 7 years old and very outgoing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I drew the short straw and got to do the paperwork meeting while Mel got to go get the visa photo session.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We actually had a pretty good time in the paperwork session as everyone would chide each other on what mistakes we made.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This session was only just over an hour as Holt had us pre-fill out the paperwork before we even traveled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our poor Holt representative had fun as some of the instructions changed slightly because there were 4 different provinces that she had to cover in one group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all managed to get through it and we all have our fingers crossed we didn’t miss something the US Consulate will not like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11:00am and we head off for the visa medical exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel was treated with a free, yes free, stroller rental from the laundry place earlier, and I received help from Hailey on the walk over to the medical offices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our exam went just fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No obvious problem with our little one, her weight is still about 20 pounds, but she has grown 2cm!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is now 72cm long!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Linda was a trooper through the ordeal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only time she cried was when she had to drop trow and get checked out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This cry lasted about as long as the doctor check her belly, heart, and make sure everything was in place, if you know what I mean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We headed back to the hotel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mel was craving Mac n’ Cheese, so a call to Danny’s was made and we ate good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We watched a little TV. and played with Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All day Linda seemed to be a little needy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had minor fits here and there while we are in the room, and seemed to squirm more when held.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This could also be her trying to become more mobile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We wanted her to nap, but that was not going to happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crazy kid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This afternoon we took a trip to the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pearl&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and Jade markets a short bus trip away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We wandered the Jade market a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some very beautiful stuff was to bee seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ended up buying a jade bangle for Linda which we plan on giving to her on a future birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On hindsight it was a little fun bargaining with a wholesaler.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To kill the rest of the time, we crossed the street and entered the pearl market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were beat, so I hung with Linda while Mel took a quick walk around one floor of the market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The jade market was 5 levels and a long block.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pearl market looked to be 7 levels and setup like an indoor mall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once we returned to the hotel we made our for mentioned 7-eleven trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way back another couple asked us about this Danny’s place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Paul from another family we told about the place saw us and asked us for more information.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have become the information source for laundry and food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time we got back to our room 3 families were planning an order from Danny’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to you all who did the reconnaissance mission earlier this year!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When things settled down, our phone rang and another family asked about where we were having our laundry done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We chose Susan’s, btw.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I answered the phone, “Bill’s Bait and Beer”, and the guy was laughing at the other end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name is Bill, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once this little party ended, we had time to bathe Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is now quite content to sit with one of us in the tub and play with the stacking cups.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Another good call, gang!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She whimpered a little with the head wetting and rinsing, but overall it was a successful bath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While waiting for the time to pass I need to exchange some cash to pay for said laundry and prepare for the next day, so I headed to the lobby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel entertained Linda, who once again was in needy mode.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, we are not be talking about being held needy, just plain be in the room needy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bit of retraining between &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and here I guess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We proceeded to prepare and feed Linda who was showing signs of hunger and we were trying to hit the “regularly scheduled time” mark.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A feeble attempt at some order in her life, but worth the effort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guess what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda fell asleep while sucking down the bottle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It must have been right at the end as she did finish the bottle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Poor thing must have been wiped out from her two days of over-stimulation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now it is time for Mel and I to unwind and get this stuff posted!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry, no pictures today as we did not have the urge or drive to carry the camera.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess this tells you how tired we really are and we can’t wait to get home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow is our exit meeting with Holt and group picture at the red couch, and a BBQ at the pool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will get pictures for you on those!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;PS:  Congrats to all who have just received their match!  We are very excited for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115927482095285149?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115927482095285149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115927482095285149' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115927482095285149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115927482095285149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/paperwork-pictures-medical-fun.html' title='Paperwork, Pictures, Medical &amp; Fun'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115927471765260331</id><published>2006-09-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:21:31.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Guangzhou</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sorry readers for missing a day of blogging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a very uneventful trip from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:city&gt; to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;; pretty amazing if you ask me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t ask, please.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our day was filled with a trip to pick up Linda’s passport.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Passport_waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Passport_waiting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All members of the family had to attend so we can be sized up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, they wanted to see if our pictures matched on the Adoption Registration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s the red book which we received a week prior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you believe we have been parents for a week now!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Passport_received.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Passport_received.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the hotel we had to make sure our bags for check on were ready for pickup at 2:30pm and we had to be ready to hit the bus to the airport at 3:20pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was quite wary of the situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She could tell that something was up and we knew it could be a long day since there will be more change in her life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Off to the airport we went!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The flight was quite comfortable and we were surprised to find out that a little “meal” was served for a flight that was just over and hour in length.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was showing off her moves at the airport.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She so wants to walk, but just doesn’t have the balance or the strength just yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are in sooooo much trouble in a few months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the plane she was quite interested in everything tray or latched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She even tested the window for sturdiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good girl!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When served our snack Mel did all she could to keep the poor gentleman next to her safe from wandering hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda loves the water bottle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who needs toys when you have a partially filled water bottle!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After I was done, it was all I could do to keep Linda’s hands out of Mel’s snack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oye!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We finally began our decent into &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and not soon enough as Linda was becoming quite miffed at being cooped up for such a long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Darn it, she did not sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once on the ground and luggage collected wouldn’t you know she was passed out cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugh, now we will have trouble putting her down for real.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another Oye!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are staying at the White Swan Hotel of which some of you are quite familiar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a place!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is beautiful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is definitely a 5 star hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I am a bit perturbed that I have to pay for internet access when at the Gloria in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; it was free, but I will get over it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Errrrrrrrr.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, we got to our room and scored, once again, a king size bed and a wonderful view.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are 3 for 3 on king sized beds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and I forgot to mention that on the flight in we were in row 6!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were so beat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our flight arrived at 6:30pm and we got to the hotel about 7:30pm and in the room and somewhat settled a little after 8:00pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was bouncing off the walls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ordered room service we were so tired and it was worth every penny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was that good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ravioli and French Onion Soup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda continued to bounce off walls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was also quite needy, so the trip and change was making her uneasy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After many attempts to tire her out, and she was over-tired now, we finally gave in and put her in the crib.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took about another half hour before she finally passed out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are talking 10pm now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel picked up a cold so she was really out of it and I knew she was not going to sleep well either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Will we make it through the night?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115927471765260331?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115927471765260331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115927471765260331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115927471765260331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115927471765260331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/trip-to-guangzhou.html' title='Trip to Guangzhou'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115910207865281512</id><published>2006-09-24T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:16:04.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The People’s Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Today we took a trip to the People’s Park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is similar to a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Central  Park&lt;/st1:place&gt; in that many people go&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/PeoplesPark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/PeoplesPark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here to hang out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very interesting to see so many people congregate in a single place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some were doing traditional Chinese dance and some were doing dance similar to ballroom dancing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Others were doing their Tai Chi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were ponds were kids where feeding the fish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An amusement area towards the back had rides similar to carnival rides.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some elderly folk were playing instruments and having a good time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Children were running around with their parents and grand-parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Family fun was had by all.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/PeoplesPark_dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/PeoplesPark_dance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The amazing thing was how friendly the people were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being Americans with Chinese children we drew the looks of many.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of them even practiced their English on us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The talk of the granny patrol was known long before our trip and you wouldn’t believe it until you were in the middle of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We never did get reprimanded for “not covering” our child, but we did get the “beautiful” and “very pretty” from them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As our Linda is large for her age, we got the “very healthy” comments from a few.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best one I thought of the day was from an elderly lady who told us how smart Chinese girls are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was pretty funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even our guide got a chuckle out of that one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/PeoplesPark.pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/PeoplesPark.pond.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other highlight of the morning occurred while we were resting on a wall before leaving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda has the drive and wants to walk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With support she makes the motions for walking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today she actually was doing quite well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It won’t be too much time before we have a little motor baby running around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One family still can’t believe that Linda is only 9 months old!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back at the room we played with Linda and she took a good healthy nap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time when she awoke, she did a little yelp, but no crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did want to be held right away and would not let us put her down for awhile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not bad, I’d say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took a walk down the street and checked out the shops along a “walking” street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a street blocked to all vehicular traffic lined with shops.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today people were out in force.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As with the park, people would turn and look at us as we strolled by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is weird being the center of attention and in some cases Linda soaked up the extra attention.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For dinner the staff arranged a group dinner at the same place we had lunch yesterday!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woohoo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the bus back from the park, they asked if we would like to have a group dinner, and everyone was all into it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they mentioned a family that had eaten there already and asked if it was all right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We responded with two thumbs up and the others in the group were surprised we had wandered to a place on our own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course we confessed that we had assistance from one of our guides yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After dinner one family agreed this was some of the best food we’ve had on this trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_Hat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, Linda is asleep now and Mel is watching the tube.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are getting ready for our trip to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually tomorrow we pick up Linda’s passport in the morning and we travel in the afternoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We arrive in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in the early evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This starts the last leg of our trip which will consist of more paperwork!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It also will be interesting to see how Linda responds to yet another new environment and her first plane flight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ll let you know how it goes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115910207865281512?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115910207865281512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115910207865281512' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115910207865281512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115910207865281512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/peoples-park.html' title='The People’s Park'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115900490077678824</id><published>2006-09-23T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:48:58.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday at the Tengwang Pagoda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our day started out without incident.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda slept through the night as always and woke up right on time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She appears to be fine after yesterdays little episode.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Pagoda_Tengwang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Pagoda_Tengwang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only 2 more days in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and we went to visit the Tengwang Pagoda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To the people of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:city&gt; and the &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jiangxi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; province, this is a very special place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Originally built in 680, the pagoda has been rebuilt 29 times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess if you are that old you need a face lift every so often.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mostly it has been rebuilt due to some destruction, usually fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The latest rebuild has it mostly made of concrete, but it sure is one nice structure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Pagoda is walking distance from the hotel, so the group marched off at 9:30am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, by the time we get there, about 5 minutes, Linda was just dozing off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go figure.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Pagoda_Tengwang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Pagoda_Tengwang2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We walked the “yard” around the pagoda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were reflection ponds and statues.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some ponds had coy (sp?) swimming around like mad as children fed them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We found out that it is about 50 Yuan a day to visit and residence of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; can pay 80 Yuan for a year round pass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a pleasant place to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Pagoda_Linda_Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Pagoda_Linda_Mel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I mentioned, Linda missed most of it sleeping and we did our best to keep her out of the sun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She will not wear her hat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nada.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She refuses in every way imaginable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess it is because the hat did not match her attire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, boy, here we go!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are statues around the pagoda that are of the Chinese zodiac.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had to get our picture taken by the rooster as this is Linda’s sign.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Pagoda_Linda_Mel_Awake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Pagoda_Linda_Mel_Awake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the top of the pagoda we were treated to a performance of Chinese dance and music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the “main” performance there was a special performance for our group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Using traditional Chinese instruments they played Swaney (sp?) &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; which cracked me up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I doubt they were mocking us, but it sure is funny to think this is how we are perceived.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone is different. When we are out and about I wear my Tilley hat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To the locals it looks like a cowboy hat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we left the pagoda, we ate at a restaurant that is right near the entrance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It came highly recommended by our hosts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most food here in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:city&gt; and the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Jiangxi&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; province is hot and spicy, so our host wrote down some dishes that would not be flaming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The wait staff had fun with Linda and we enjoyed our meal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It must have been the best on the trip yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Pagoda_Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/400/Pagoda_Family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We returned to the hotel and spent time with Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We gave her a bath, of which she is slowly becoming accustomed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We lay on the bed with her and play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our hidden motive is to tire her out for her afternoon nap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This seems to become a chore these last two days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally we got her tired enough and put her down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Pagoda_Linda_Mel_Rooster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/400/Pagoda_Linda_Mel_Rooster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like yesterday, she did not like to wake up from said nap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today she managed to roll onto her belly when she woke up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did not scream like yesterday, but she definitely was frightened and started crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took a bit to calm her down, but once relaxed and her afternoon bottle was downed, she is back to being the happy playful Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fascinating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of all the toys, which we did not bring many, the water bottle has become this afternoon’s favorite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kind of makes you chuckle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s all for now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take a look at yesterday’s posting as I have uploaded pictures of our trip to the village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115900490077678824?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115900490077678824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115900490077678824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115900490077678824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115900490077678824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday-at-tengwang-pagoda.html' title='Saturday at the Tengwang Pagoda'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115893125179323193</id><published>2006-09-22T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:40:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bonding Type of Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A very uneventful day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, if you call going to a local village uneventful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really did not catch the name of the village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was over an hours drive to get there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was warm and muggy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The road that looked well maintained shook the living daylight out of us, and almost breakfast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/VillageEntrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/VillageEntrance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though it sounds remote, the village is really not very far outside of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;; an hour or so depending on traffic and road conditions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(There was road construction that narrowed to two lanes, one in each direction.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The countryside is very nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Green.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You may have heard from “propaganda”, lots of rice paddies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jiangxi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; province is an agricultural province, and rice is the main staple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;September the rice is close to harvest so many of the paddies glistened in golden waves as the breeze blew across them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We turned off the main road and came to a stone arch where we disembarked from the bus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should write a blog on Chinese traffic and drivers someday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our guide in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; gave us the low-down on drivers’ licenses there, but I digress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The arch has writing on either side and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Village_Linda_Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Village_Linda_Bill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; marked the entrance to the village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The village is over 1200 years old!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The people are ancestors of the original inhabitants, a young man who escaped from war and wanted to start anew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The family did quite well for themselves and the village grew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We walked among the houses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saw how these people lived and how they still live today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is amazing the mix between tradition and technology.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw no electrical for this place, yet we did see motor-bikes and cars come through.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their main source of water is a well that still exists today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can look in and see the water 30 feet down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The structures are all built of wood and mud bricks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can see where repairs are made and where other areas are not kept up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a step back in time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met a man, 91, and his wife, 87.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe they have been married at least 70 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw some women playing Mahjong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For a seemingly poor village, it felt prosperous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is difficult to describe, but prosperous is the proper word.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Village_Linda_Bill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Village_Linda_Bill2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Village_villager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Village_villager.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this is more than you really want to read as I have not mentioned Linda once, till now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a trooper, Linda slept most of the way there on the bus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sun and heat did not agree with her, but she did enjoy meeting the people of the village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one point I was sitting next to an elderly lady from the village while I fed Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Others were there and you could tell they were talking about her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Smiles all around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took a break by a huge tree that supposedly has been there since the beginning of the village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda had to show off her new found love of trying to stand on her own and make attempts at walking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was all giggles here in the shade and the breeze.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the bumpy way back to the city, Linda fell asleep once again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is almost a natural instinct to shut down and conserve energy until later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Village_Majhong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Village_Majhong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back at the hotel room Linda was as chipper as ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was all into her new game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While sitting up, I would give her a little push with my finger in the chest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She falls back and laughs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Non-stop fun and games!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found her ticklish spot, so now I have a weapon to use on her for later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to leave for a paperwork checking session.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda and Mel continued to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically we took advantage of the slow afternoon and began to get some good bonding time in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel took some clothes that were too small for Linda down the hall to unload and I began to try and get Linda to calm down for her afternoon nap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This took quite and effort, but finally I managed to get her asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About a half hour into her nap, Linda shot out a hell of a scream and started to bawl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I picked her up and held her close to calm her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once calmed, she held out her hands to Mel, who took her and cuddled her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda must have had one hell of a dream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some nightmare?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At dinner, Mel and I noticed that Linda was back to her playful self with a little bit of a different twist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a point during our eats and she didn’t want any more big people food, she turned to me and spontaneously reached.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I leaned down and she gave me a hug from her high chair, release, and continued playing along.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While playing she would watch Mel, and then me, and back to Mel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It felt like she has come to realize we are not going away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After dinner back in the room it was time for feeding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had stepped out with a neighbor to pick some stuff up at the shop across the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, that would be Tiffany’s!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I got back, Mel told me she could not feed her yet, as she was not happy when Mel left the room to prepare the bottle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, during her play, Mel said that Linda turned around and held her arms out, Mel leaned over, and Linda gave her a hug and a pat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could this be some positive bonding action?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, both Mel and I are a bit uneasy about Linda sleeping through the night now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever woke her this afternoon was not pleasant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did our routine to put her down, but Linda was so restless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took a bit to calm her down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally she fell asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I write this, Linda has been turning and moving quite a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel her sleep is not as deep as it has been.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will see soon enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good night all!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115893125179323193?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115893125179323193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115893125179323193' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115893125179323193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115893125179323193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/bonding-type-of-day.html' title='A Bonding Type of Day'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115882585939424865</id><published>2006-09-21T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:31:17.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping at Tiffany's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/LindaandBillatdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/LindaandBillatdinner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let me tell you what a dose of antibiotics will do to Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;She changes into a whole new person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boy that infection must have bugged her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was the star of the group dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was so energetic, alert and full of smiles and conversation (of course we have no idea what she is saying).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The dinner was very nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t remember half the things we ate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jiangxi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; is known for their spicy foods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first appetizer they put on the table was a real kicker.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It gets right in your throat and burns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it was tofu.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/happy-dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/happy-dinner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we took a little walk with our friends Nancy, Paul and little Drew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went over to Tiffany’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a very popular place to people that come to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jiangxi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; to pick up their daughters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s very close to the hotel and they have all the touristy things we want like squeaky &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/tiffanys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/tiffanys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shoes and dresses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will also do your baby laundry for free.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The really neat thing about this store is that they will look for your daughter’s finding ad and make it in a nice presentation to take home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A finding ad is the add the Chinese government puts in the province newspaper when they find a child to see if the birth family will claim them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So basically it’s the youngest picture you’re going to have of you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/nanchang-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/nanchang-city.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r child.  The people there are real friendly.  The older lady wanted to take Bill to breakfast.  Bill could of had a hot date, but decided to stay with us ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We wandered around a little after that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No special place, just something to get out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sidewalks and streets are very hard to get around here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sideways are limited and you don’t want to be in a street for too long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like a game of chicken.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linda is taking her afternoon nap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is just amazing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She no longer screams when we come back in the room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She sits up and plays with her toys and is doing push ups.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She kinda does this shuffle thing backwards on the bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, she is starting to get the gist of using a sippy cup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well that’s it for today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow we should be going to a local village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115882585939424865?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115882585939424865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115882585939424865' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115882585939424865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115882585939424865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/shopping-at-tiffanys.html' title='Shopping at Tiffany&apos;s'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115875615928973555</id><published>2006-09-20T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:02:24.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh those teeth and infections!</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Today was a very mild day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our group went shopping at a local department store/grocery store for supplies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We picked up some things like socks, diapers and a couple of outfits that will fit her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay I’ll admit it… we broke down and bought a couple of toys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linda had a great time at the store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She loved all the music playing and all the attention she was getting from the locals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also enjoyed climbing all over Bill since it was his day to wear the carrier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry no pictures to show of this, my hands were too full.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, this morning I noticed that Linda was grabbing at her left ear quite a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I felt back there and sure enough, a swollen gland.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow she takes after me. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Normally I don’t worry about those because I get them so often, but of course I’m a first-time mom and all the advisors have been talking about how kids here need antibiotics or it could get worse I decided to go ahead and have the doctor look at it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was very nice and spoke good English.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He works at the local children’s hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What did he say?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a swollen gland, don’t do anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s being a policeman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will cure itself in about 20 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go figure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he notice that lovely bump on her head (that the orphanage nurse said was a boil from the heat rash… don’t do anything) has a bacterial infection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asked if we brought any antibiotics with us and I showed him what Dr. Dern prescribed and he was very impressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kudos to Dr. Dern.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also prescribed a local treatment for her bump.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also noticed that she does this sucking thing with her tongue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course our first thought is that she is hungry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, she doesn’t always want food (and trust me she is a good eater).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We thought about it… she’s teething and doesn’t know how to put toys in mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well when she had one of her fits today I got a good look in her mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I counted 6 have broken through and I think I see a molar coming in the back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yikes!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll tell ya, she’s handling the teething pretty good if all those are coming in the way they are.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well that’s it for now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are going to a group dinner tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And, here’s a lovely picture of Linda sleeping again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_AsleepAgain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_AsleepAgain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115875615928973555?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115875615928973555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115875615928973555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115875615928973555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115875615928973555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-those-teeth-and-infections.html' title='Oh those teeth and infections!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115867630319686004</id><published>2006-09-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:48:44.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalized in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_Civ_Affairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_Civ_Affairs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we need to start this blog with Linda slept through the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow is she a sound sleeper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course this is after crying her self silly about being in the hotel room with a couple of people she’s not sure about.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we “finalized” our adoption in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with a visit to the &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jiangxi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; province Civil Affairs Office and the Jiangxi Province Notary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is really not much to write about except for the fact that what happened today is it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are the official parents of Linda!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, of course we are, but we have the certificate to prove it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now we wait for her passport and then the trip to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for the Visa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linda likes going out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be it in the hallway or the lobby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Outside is outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know, freedom!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;;-)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So as you can imagine Linda enjoyed the trip to the breakfast buffet this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was watching everybody and everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is very alert.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even got a small bowl of congee to try on her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why this is significant is at 9 months her main diet is a mixture of formula and rice cereal given to us by the orphanage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I figured what is the big difference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;None!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel ran upstairs to get a little spoon as the restaurant did not have any little spoons out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I take a little scoop, and would you know, Linda munched down on it like it was nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was even biting the spoon with her little front teeth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, the big people were wrapping it up and Mel wanted to try some fruit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could not find a banana, so we decided on a peach slice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mashed up real good, we gave Linda a little bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She ate it, but you should have seen the look on that little face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eyebrows furled slightly and a little bit of a scrunched up nose saying, “Hey, that was pretty good, but it didn’t taste like anything I’ve had before. Do I like it or not?” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another little scoop and down it went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, the look. The conclusion is she liked it but is not sure about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After breakfast was the trip to the Civil Affairs office to do our “interview” and get a certificate of completion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, wait, this is not school!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We received our Certificate of Adoption!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On it is our first official family photo.    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Civ_Affairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Civ_Affairs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/EISENH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/EISENH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next was off the Notary office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The notary asked a couple of questions and it was all finalized.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A couple across the hall from us, Nancy and Paul (and daughter Drew) said they were going to the supermarket so we tagged along with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also decided to look for lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course once we could all make up our mind we wound up at that gourmet place, McDonalds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There now I can say I had a Big Mac in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Linda was tired from all her journeys after that so we laid low.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did manage to give Linda her first bath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wasn’t thrilled… but she smells and looks a lot better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s it for now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115867630319686004?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115867630319686004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115867630319686004' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115867630319686004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115867630319686004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/finalized-in-china.html' title='Finalized in China'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115858758806196198</id><published>2006-09-18T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:34:42.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha Day!</title><content type='html'>9/18/06 Pre-Gotcha    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a really not so bad sleep, we woke up to Gotcha Day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was an early start as our check-on luggage had to be outside our door at 6am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took advantage of the early wake-up, along with all the others, to grab breakfast and discuss the excitement that is about to happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all seemed to be in that pre-gotcha daze.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is surreal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I write this, with Mel pacing behind, at 15.00 waiting in the hotel in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a pleasant flight once again with a few bumps of turbulence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of us were reading, others were chatting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All in all it was your normal flight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the bus ride from the airport to the hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meet here, be there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do this and we’ll do that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is this really going to happen?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The butterflies are flittering and the nerves get a bit tighter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are we ready?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, yeah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s 15:00 now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gotcha is at 16:00!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMG. OMG. OMG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;9/18/06 Post-Gotcha    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16.20.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We are waiting to get into the room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Gotcha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Gotcha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; babies were in there and we knew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were then informed that we will be called individually to get our child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a concept!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is still amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; to be called, and Linda was placed into Mel’s arms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel was tearing up, I was just awed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Happy just does not describe the feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just freakin’ amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew this day was going to come.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Gotcha_Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Gotcha_Couple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; got to hold Linda for a few minutes before I did, and both of us had the same experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda did not cry at this time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was more amazed at what was going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could see the fear growing in her little face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Blank stares began to take over the look of wonderment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was now going to experience the beginnings of attachment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel also noticed this.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We headed up to the room as we only had a couple of hours before we had to return and do paperwork!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talk about moving the process!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were told the children were very hungry as it was a long trip for them to make.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda began to shake a little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cold?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scared?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I placed my money on scared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would not eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would be happy with Mel for a bit, then with me for a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This probably did not help much, but at the time it’s whatever makes her happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the crying began.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crying and shaking, the poor thing was at her limit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took her and began walking around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Out of the room and into the hallway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On my way out I asked Mel to give me a blanket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda snatched it immediately and I walked up and down the corridor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a couple of trips she began to calm down, so I entered the room and sat down in a chair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holding her, she fell asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Yes!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Score one for the new Dad!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_Asleep_Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_Asleep_Bill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had peace for about 15 minutes, and then she woke up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It did not take long for her to realize things have not changed and began to cry again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tried to feed her again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, back to the walking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bit better, but still not good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went for the Baby Bjorn carrier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amazingly she was ok with it and we headed out the door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whimpering and shaking we walked and headed down the elevator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the lobby Linda calmed down a bit and started to look around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Outside we went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was content once again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was looking around and we had two Chinese people come up and look at her and give us a couple of big smiles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We headed back knowing we had a short time before the paperwork signing expedition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda started to whimper and shake again in the elevator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got back to the room and she had settled down once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sat on the floor while Mel was holding Linda on the bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The little keys we had given Linda as her first toy seems to be doing a good job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The something caught our attention about the same time, and we got a bottle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda final decided to feed 10 minutes before the paperwork gathering!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice timing, eh?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Down she sucked that bottle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bit too fast it appeared, as she decided to deliver a little bit of it back to us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We cleaned her up and took her downstairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the paperwork signing, this is for the adoption registration within the province, I did the writing while Mel held and signed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took breaks and soon discovered our little one is a wee bit ticklish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She broke a smile!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMG!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was amazing to see that and hear her giggle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mel and I were so thrilled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the end of the session, Linda was nodding a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, she was so tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could see it in her eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We headed back to the room.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mel gave Linda a quick sponge bath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was fine and actually started to nod off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was turning into that sack of potatoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took the handoff and began the drying process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was christened with the first spontaneous pee attack!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No major damage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got her cleaned and dried.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once diapered, the little girl was lying there just about to get her jammies on when she passed out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda was dead tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We dressed her up as she flopped around like a wet noodle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We put her to bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(The “crib” or “bed” will be elaborated upon later, btw.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Asleep Linda is while I type this and Mel begins to doze off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Room service should be here shortly as we have not eaten since the airplane trip to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nanchang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_Asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_Asleep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pleasant dreams all!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a very wonderful first few hours with our daughter Linda and cannot wait for more days and years to come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow we got to the civil affairs office to get that adoption registration complete!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115858758806196198?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115858758806196198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115858758806196198' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115858758806196198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115858758806196198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/gotcha-day.html' title='Gotcha Day!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115849895977932951</id><published>2006-09-17T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:47:01.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Day</title><content type='html'>Today we woke up from a very long and well needed sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d say about 14 hours worth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all that walking and the long plane flight, we needed some shut eye.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a fun filled day starting with a 9.00 orientation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holt has this orientation to help the group better understand what we are to do and what to expect in the coming days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was quite informative.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Holt leader, Les, did tease us with the fact they had more information about our children!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then proceeded with the orientation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Details about the orientation for those interested will have to wait until we get home!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The exciting part was the child information.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We received a beautiful red book that has new photos of our child along with an updated itinerary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The latest scoop on Linda is that she is being treated for heat rash.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many of the babies were since the weather has been so hot in the province.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture says it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(This is a picture of a picture, so the quality is a bit low.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Linda has cream on her face and they CUT HER HAIR!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Oh nooooooooooo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least that will grow back!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;;-)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of the babies from the same orphanage, Linda is the monster of the bunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looks very healthy and the report says she has had at least one cold and a fever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds like a normal child to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As for her size, she is bigger than a child that was born in April!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They must be feeding her well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the orientation we had a very nice lunch with the group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a dim sum setup with the classic dishes; orange chicken, Kung pao shrimp, and a beef dish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we finished lunch and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/BillMelTienamen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/BillMelTienamen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had a chance to prepare, we went on a group outing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First stop was &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tiananmen Square&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This place can hold 1 million people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tourists from everywhere were visiting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ran into two people walking together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and she from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They first met in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We regrouped after about 20 minutes to head off to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Heaven&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Originally build in 1492 the temple was burned down 3 times all by “natural causes” i.e. lightning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The temple is built without nails and no supporting internal structure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was quite a beautiful building&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/TempleofHeaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/TempleofHeaven.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; along with the surrounding park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day wrapped up with a nice dinner, our last alone (OMG!), before our big trip tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We meet Linda tomorrow approximately 16.00, which is Monday 1am PDT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are so excited and a bundle of nerves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next time you read we will be proud parents of Linda!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good night!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115849895977932951?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115849895977932951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115849895977932951' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115849895977932951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115849895977932951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/orientation-day.html' title='Orientation Day'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115838039246751134</id><published>2006-09-15T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:55:51.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One: The Trip to China</title><content type='html'>The trip to Linda started with a fine trip to the airport.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bill Sr. and Ellen were the chauffeurs of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the airport the lady at check-in was soooo polite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somewhere in there we ended up showing her the picture of Linda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It turns out that it is the same as her mom’s name!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I noticed the young lady’s name tag:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marci!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, well, an “I” for a “y” is ok with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next thing we know, she puts us on the standby list for the earlier flight from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San   Diego&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to LAX.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The flight over to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was quite uneventful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually a very smooth flight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually slept a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Melissa slept on and off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most she has ever slept on a plane before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The wacky part is eating at such odd hours; we had a dinner and a lunch!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where’s the breakfast?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was dark the whole trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only hint of daylight was when we were over &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alaska&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; where there was a slight glow on the horizon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; this morning, Saturday, at 5:20am. Right on time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is wacky being so tired and so excited at the same time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A 20 minute car ride from the airport to the hotel made&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/sun_apts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/sun_apts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for some interesting site seeing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw some old apartments and they are busy at work building new apartments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;13 million people live in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the hotel, the Peace Hotel located in the middle of downtown, is very nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are walking distance from the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Forbidden City&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are tons of shops, too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, that damned weight limit on domestic flights!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course we spent a couple of hours walking around as our room was not ready.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yup, we walked on over to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Forbidden City&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unlike our western cities, there is so much history that you can see. At the same&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/FC2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/FC2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; time you see them frantically working on the new, and with the ’08 Olympics just around the corner there is much cleanup.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/FC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/FC1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s the crazy part of today:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not even noon time yet!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, we will have so much to look at, and being so tired, who knows what more we will discover.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/classic_bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/classic_bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115838039246751134?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115838039246751134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115838039246751134' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115838039246751134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115838039246751134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-one-trip-to-china.html' title='Day One: The Trip to China'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115803069496857544</id><published>2006-09-11T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:47:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Update!!!</title><content type='html'>Days before we travel and what do we receive?  An update!  Unfortunately no pictures, but we do have an update on height and weight.  Linda is now 70cm tall (long) and 9.2kg.  This translates to 27.56in and 20.28lbs!  She is right on target for a healthy little one.   And the wild thing is the update says she has 5 teeth!  I bet she bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited to travel that we get into little cat fights about stuff and quickly crack up laughing our a$$es off!  Oh, this is going to be soooo fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115803069496857544?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115803069496857544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115803069496857544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115803069496857544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115803069496857544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/child-update.html' title='Child Update!!!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14173281.post-115724990949669459</id><published>2006-09-02T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:51:31.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoasters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/1600/Linda_Photo_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1274/320/Linda_Photo_blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello All:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried posting a blog in the past, but when I read it to myself... I was falling asleep! Here's to a new beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and I started our journey to adopt Linda in January 2005 and boy has it been a rollercoaster. We had good days and bad days. I think the only thing that has kept us sane was our family and friends. When I say friends I mean past friends and new friends we have made on this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to relate this rollercoaster ride to "The Revolution" at Magic Mountain. (Yes, it's been a looooooooong time since I've been there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now getting ready to go on our next rollercoaster ride "The Colossus". We leave soon to pick up Linda in the Jiangxi Provence in China. We are very excited and scared... a good scared but still scared! If all goes well you will be able to follow us on our journey (complete with pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now. Bill and I will post again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14173281-115724990949669459?l=journeytolinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/feeds/115724990949669459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14173281&amp;postID=115724990949669459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115724990949669459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14173281/posts/default/115724990949669459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytolinda.blogspot.com/2006/09/rollercoasters.html' title='Rollercoasters'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17331661050195154243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
